Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Through The Weary Winter

Agnes L. Pratt (written in the 1800's)

We must live through the weary winter,
If we would value the spring
And the woods must be cold and silent,
Before the robins sing.

The flowers must be buried in darkness,
Before they can bud and bloom.
And the sweetest and warmest sunshine,
Comes after the storm and gloom.

So the heart, from the hardest trial,
Gains the purest joy of all.
And from the lips that have tasted sadness,
The sweetest songs will fall.

For the peace comes after suffering
And love is reward of pain
So, after earth, comes heaven
And out of our loss, the gain.

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