Now that winter’s last touch is gone,
And springs new day nearly here,
I can lose my robe of grief,
And face all of life once more.
I don’t know what day will dawn,
Nor if rain clouds or storm,
Will set against me now,
I do know dark will not recur.
Spring will renew me,
Autumn will prune me,
Summer strengthen me,
But winter will be no more.