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We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring
And 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 sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm of gloom.

Author unknown.

That is a lovely little verse Ann... :-)

Shame we don't know the person who wrote it isn't it?

Its really lovely ....

Life's Lessons
by Anonymous
I learn as the years roll onward
And I leave the past, behind,
That much I had counted sorrow
But proves that God is kind;
That many a flower that I longed for
Had hidden a thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of ripened grain.

The clouds that cover the sunshine,
They cannot banish the sun,
And the earth shines out the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest shadow
To see the clearest light;
And often through wrong's own darkness
Comes the living strength of light.

The sweetest rest is at even,
After a wearisome day,
When the heavy burden of labor
Has been borne from our hearts away;
And those who have never known sorrow
Cannot know the infinite peace
That falls on the troubled spirit
When it sees at last release.

We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And 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 sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and the gloom.

Thats so beautiful Stella......I like that very much :-) <3

That is the full version of Ann's verse Mersey... <3

Come, run up hwome wi’ us to-night,
Athirt the vield avroze so white,
Where vrosty sheades do lie below
The winter ricks a-tipp’d wi’ snow,
An’ lively birds, wi’ waggen tails,
Do hop upon the icy rails,
An’ rime do whiten all the tops
O’ bush an’ tree in hedge an’ copse,
In winds a-cutten keen.

Come, maidens, come: the groun’s a-vroze
Too hard to-night to spweil your clothes.
You got noo pools to waddle drough,
Nor clay a-pullen off your shoe:
An’ we can trig ye at the zide,
To keep ye up if you do slide:
Zoo while there’s neither wet nor mud,
‘S the time to run an’ warm your blood,
In winds a-cutten keen.

Vor young men’s hearts an’ maidens’ eyes
Don’t vreeze below the cwoldest skies,
While they in twice so keen a blast
Can wag their brisk lims twice so vast!
Though vier-light, a-flickren’ red
Drough vrosty window peanes, do spread
Vrom wall to wall, vrom he’th to door,
Vor us to goo an’ zit avore,
Vrom winds a-cutten keen.

This poem first appeared on the 30th of December, 1841, in the Dorset County Chronicle. The writer, William Barnes, kept a boys’ school at Norman House, South Street, Dorchester.

Really love that one Rollo. It reminds me of happy times spent in Dorset with my aunt and cousins, some of them now sadly gone. <3

Thank you Stella for that.

Rollo,mthat is great, thank you.