Chill not the Heart that Trusts Thee

Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul!
Be brave to bear, to suffer, to forgive;
Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll
But love and live.

Chill not the heart that trusts thee, though thine eyes
With tears are dim, and ev'ry effort pain;
A day reveals, perchance, this sad surprise,
Eternal gain.

Chill not the heart that trusts thee, dark indeed
The way may seem, but sacred is the trust
Of faith, which while it may not stoop to plead
Is ever just.

Chill not the heart that trusts thee, cares defeat
The true, the good, the noble, who can tell?
Truth's eagle glance may yet direct thy feet
And all be well.

Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul!
Be brave to bear, to suffer—to forgive;
Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll
But love and live.