Lessons of the Year
For I learn as the years roll onward
And leave the past behind,
That much I have counted sorrow
But proves that our God is kind;
That many a flower I longed for
Had a hidden thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of golden grain.
We must live through the dreary winter
To value the bright warm spring;
The woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing;
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the purest and warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
So the heart from the hardest trial
Gain the purest joy of all,
And the lips that have tasted sadness
The sweetest songs that fall.
Then as joy comes after sorrow,
And love’s the reward of pain,
So after earth is heaven,
And out of our loss is gain.