That overnight a rose could come
   I one time did believe,
For when the fairies live with one,
   They wilfully deceive.
But now I know this perfect thing
   Under the frozen sod
In cold and storm grew patiently
   Obedient to God.
My wonder grows, since knowledge came
   Old fancies to dismiss;
And courage comes. Was not the rose
   A winter doing this?
Nor did it know, the weary while,
   What color and perfume
With this completed loveliness
   Lay in that earthly tomb.
So maybe I, who cannot see
   What God wills not to show,
May, some day, bear a rose for Him
   It took my life to grow.