SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God, <br />That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod <br />And the great woods embower me, and white dawn <br />And purple even sweetly lead me on <br />From day to day, and night to night, O God, <br />My life shall no wise miss the light of love; <br />But ever climbing, climb above <br />Man's one poor star, man's supine lands, <br />Into the azure steadfastness of death, <br />My life shall no wise lack the light of love, <br />My hands not lack the loving touch of hands; <br />But day by day, while yet I draw my breath, <br />And day by day, unto my last of years, <br />I shall be one that has a perfect friend. <br />Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears, <br />And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/since-thou-hast-given-me-this-good-hope-o-god/
