Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Hope
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HOPE.
Hope is a star of radiant light
That cheers the wanderer's way,
Making the darkest hours seem bright
With its immortal ray.
Hope is an anchor of the soul,
That bids us rest on God;
It leads us to that distant goal,
Beyond the earth's cold sod.
That cheers the wanderer's way,
Making the darkest hours seem bright
With its immortal ray.
Hope is an anchor of the soul,
That bids us rest on God;
It leads us to that distant goal,
Beyond the earth's cold sod.
Hope points to Heaven, and bids us there
Have all our treasures rest;
It calms the mind from worldly care,
And soothes the troubled breast.
Hope is a plant of birth celestial,
Its native home is in the skies;
And though it blooms on earth terrestrial,
The sweet exotic never dies.
Have all our treasures rest;
It calms the mind from worldly care,
And soothes the troubled breast.
Hope is a plant of birth celestial,
Its native home is in the skies;
And though it blooms on earth terrestrial,
The sweet exotic never dies.
'T is Hope that gilds life's rugged way,
And throws a charm around;
A friend that ever near doth stay,
Within our breast 't is found,
Hope thou in God, have hope in heaven,
Have hope beyond this sphere,
And in thy life's last-fading even,
Thy Maker will be near.
And throws a charm around;
A friend that ever near doth stay,
Within our breast 't is found,
Hope thou in God, have hope in heaven,
Have hope beyond this sphere,
And in thy life's last-fading even,
Thy Maker will be near.