David Morton

My faith is all a doubtful thing,
 Wove on a doubtful loom, —
Until there comes, each showery spring,
 A cherry-tree in bloom;
And Christ who died upon a tree
 That death had stricken bare,
Comes beautifully back to me,
 In blossoms, everywhere.

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