Poem March 21, 1901 Issue

Hope

BY THERESA V. HARDY.

Does the path seem dark and dreary,
Limitless the reign of night?
Let the brightness of His presence
Shine upon thee,—God is light.

Does the battle seem unending,
Truth seem vanquished in the fight?
Gird your heavenly armor on you,
Heaven is near, and God is might.

Art thou tried, and sorely tempted,
Losing hopes that once were bright?
Still thou hast the One unchanging
God, the All, th'eternal right.

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