By Alice Sterling Gregory

The Spring will come with all her vernal buds,
The while the rains pour down their cooling floods;
Ah! this we know as 'neath protecting skies
We humbly pause to raise allegiant eyes

To that fair promise writ in growing rays
Which bends above us through the earthly haze.
But canst thou know that far beyond such trust
I yet would wait through all about be dust,

Fast clinging to a hope born of despair
That thou wilt greet me, softly standing where
The thorny paths converge on lily fields,
And Death himself, receding, gently yields.

Overland Monthly and Out West Magazine, December 1927, Volume LXXXV, Number 12, pg 367.

Alice Sterling Gregory is George Sterling's sister.