Lydia Howard Sigourney



Sown In Weakness

by Lydia Howard Sigourney

Sown in weakness, and raised in power.
St. Paul

We've sown a precious seed,
That in our hearts was nurs'd,
A germ that promis'd fairest bloom,
We've sown it in the dust,
And darkly o'er our joys
There fell a withering blight,
As higher rose the swelling mound,
That hid it from our sight.

We sow'd it, while the winds
Were sweeping wild and wide,
While Winter struck the leafless trees,
And hollow groans replied;
Yet strength was in our souls,
Though griev'd and tempest-tost,
For by a Saviour's word of truth,
We knew it was not lost.

Not lost! though buried deep
Beneath the frozen plain,
We trusted that the vernal breath
Would give it life again;
Not that capricious beam
Which clouds so often shade,
But yon Eternal Spring, that wakes
The flowers that never fade.


The Weeping Willow
Copyright 1847
Henry S. Parsons, Hartford.