Hidden Gold

When snow lies deep we wonder where
   October hid her gold;
The chipmunks guard her secret well,
   Nor have the sparrows told;
But underneath the winder white,
   If we would care to peek,
Lie piles and piles of autumn-gold
   Revealed to all who seek.

Sometimes the bright gold threads of faith
   Are hidden from our view,
When we are blinded by some grief
   The heart is going through;
But underneath the cloud of pain,
   If we would try to see,
Shines all the golden faith we knew"
   In our serenity.