One-Sided Faith

I KNOW the rose will bloom again As soon as it is June, The robin will return by then To sing his merry tune. I know the wintry cold will pass, The gray clouds change to blue, But I think my present woe, alas! Must last my whole life through. I view my little garden bare And smile from day to day, I know the green will glisten there As soon as it is May. I face the winter, brave of heart, I know that it will go, But every little ache and smart Sets me to grieving so. If I can view the winter's snow, My garden desolate And smile, because right well I know If I will only wait The days of spring will soon return, And bring me back the rose, Have I not wit enough to learn That time will cure my woes?