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.
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.
'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.