Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last-far off-at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.


The Poetical Works (ed. 1874)


Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.