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220 HOPE IN SORROW. 
SNOWDROP. 
Galanthus JYivalis. 
Language HOPE IN SORROW. 
Let us hope for brighter days ; 
We have struggled long together, 
Hoping that the summer rays 
Might succeed the wintry weather ; 
Hoping till the summer came, 
That to us seemed winter still ; 
Summer, winter, all the same 
To our hearts so cold and chill. 
Let us hope for brighter days ; 
Surely they must come at last, 
As we see the solar rays, 
When the storm has hurried past : 
So, as in the storm we know 
That the sunbeams will succeed. 
Let us not our hope forego. 
In the darkest hour of need. 
The night is mother of the day, 
The winter of the spring ; 
And ever upon old decay 
The greenest mosses cling. 
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks ; 
Through showers the sunbeams fall ; 
-For God, who loveth all his works. 
Has left his hopes with all. 

