There comes a flood, flowers may die
But not the will to grow again;
For afterward when flood abates
There must be new things growing seen.
With all of what a Nature's might
Let flood destroy my garden dear;
And though these raging waters kill
Some living things--I need not fear.
The day will be so bright again
Tomorrow when the sun goes up;
My garden will be soon restored
Where flowers bloom and so does hope.