Respectfully inscribed to Mrs. Jenny L. Bates of Grand Rapids, Mich. "By-and-By" (28 Dec. 1865) Song. Written by L. J. Bates Composed by Thomas Martin Towne, 1835-1912 Pub: Milwaukee: H. N. Hempstead, 410 Main Str., Plate No. 139. [At LoC: CALL NO. M1621.T] 1. Under the snow are the roses of June; Cold in our bosoms the hops of our youth; Gone are the wildbirds that warbled in tune; Mute are the lips that have pledg'd us their truth. Wind of the winter night, lonely as I, Wait we the dawn of the bright by-and-by. Roses shall bloom again; Sweet love will come again: It will be summer-time, by-and-by. 2. Patience and toil are the meed of the day-- Toil without recompense, patience in vain; Darkness and terror lie thick on our way; Our footsteps keep time with the angel of pain. Wind of the winter night, far in the sky, Watch for the day star of dear by-and-by. Parch'd lips shall quaff again; Sad souls shall laugh again; Earth will be happier, by-and-by. 3. Cruel and cold is the judgement of man-- Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by, will the deep and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below. Wail of the winter wind, echo our cry, Pray for the dawn of the sweet by-and-by, When hope shall spring again; When joy shall sing again: Truth will be verified, by-and-by. 4. Weary and heart-sick we totter along; Feeble the back, tho' the burthen is large; Broken the purpose, and hushed is the song: Why should we linger on life's little marge? Wind of the winter night, hush! and reply; Is there, oh! is there a glad by-and-by? Will dark grow bright again, Burthens grow light again, And faith be justified, by-and-by? 5. Dreary and dark is the midnight of war; Distant and dreamy the triumph of right; Homes that are desolate, hearts that are sore, Soon shall the morning-star gladden our sight. Wail of the winter wind, so like a sigh, Herald the dawn of the blest by-and-by. Freedom shall reign again, Peace banish pain again, Right will be glorified by-and-by.