Poem October 30, 1937 Issue

Hope

ALICE W. EUBANK

This cherry tree, a few short months ago,
Outlined against the winter's leaden sky,
Clung to a knoll, all blanketed in snow.
Its stark arms shivered as the wind passed by.

But coaxed by gentle winds of early spring,
Warmed by the sun's invigorating rays,
Its arms piled high in snowy blossoming
It fills with sweet perfume the passing days.

Then let my stricken heart dare hope again!
What though, today, I shed such bitter tears?
The buffetings of sorrow, want, and pain
Belong to changing time's unhappy years.

When, like the winter's storm and sleet and rain,
These vain assaults of time anon shall cease,
My heart, unscathed, shall find within again,
Untouched, my holy citadel of peace.

E'en now, within my heart, beneath its snow,
Stirs at the impulse of hope's mighty power
The tender blade of faith, through which I know
The heavenly promise of this blessed hour.

Warmed by the sunshine of God's love and care,
My heart responding shall burst forth in bloom;
And joyous, pour upon the waiting air
The benediction of love's sweet perfume.

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