Hope

Thine eyes are dim:

A mist hath gathered there;

Around their rim

Float many clouds of care,

And there is sorrow every — everywhere.

But there is God,

Every — everywhere;

Beneath His rod

Kneel thou adown in prayer.

For grief is God's own kiss

Upon a soul.

Look up! the sun of bliss

Will shine where storm-clouds roll.

Yes, weeper, weep!

‘ Twill not be evermore;

I know the darkest deep

Hath e'en the brightest shore.

So tired! so tired!

A cry of half despair;

Look! at your side —

And see Who standeth there!

Your Father! Hush!

A heart beats in His breast;

Now rise and rush

Into His arms — and rest.