Poems (Hoffman)/Hope's Choral
HOPE'S CHORAL
Glad is my heart this Autumn mornThough oft by cruel fortune torn;Happy I am, though bitter tearsHave mingled with the flood of years;Let clouds of blackness veil my sky,Hope shall the gathering storm defy;Let tempests howl and thunders roar,And surges beat life's billowy shore;Be mine, the eagle's dauntless flight,Above the storm's impending night,Where bathed in day's serenest glow,The clouds float tranquilly below;Be mine, the sky-lark's loftiest aim,From angry storm and raging main,To soar aloft on joyful wing,Rise far above the clouds and sing.