Mine is a song of hope <br /> For the days that lie before; <br /> For the grander things <br /> The morrow brings <br /> When the struggle days are o'er. <br /> Dark be the clouds to-day, <br /> Bitter the winds that blow, <br /> But falter nor fail, <br /> Through the howling gale- <br /> Comes peace in the afterglow. <br /> <br /> Mine is the song of hope, <br /> A song for the mother here, <br /> Who lulls to rest <br /> The babe at breast, <br /> And hopes for a brighter year. <br /> Hope is the song she sings, <br /> Hope is the prayer she prays; <br /> As she rocks her boy, <br /> She dreams of the joy <br /> He'll bring in the future days. <br /> <br /> Mine is the song of hope, <br /> A song for the father, too, <br /> Whose right arm swings, <br /> While his anvil sings <br /> A song of the journey through. <br /> Hope is the star that guides, <br /> Hope is the father's sun; <br /> Far ahead he sees, <br /> Through the waving trees, <br /> Sweet peace when his work is done. <br /> <br /> Mine is the song of hope, <br /> Of hope that sustains us all; <br /> Be we young or old, <br /> Be we weak or bold, <br /> Do we falter or even fall, <br /> Brightly the star of hope <br /> From the distance is shining still; <br /> And with courage new <br /> We rise to do, <br /> For hope is the God of Will.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-755/
