Poems : patriotic, religious, miscellaneous / by Abram J. Ryan [electronic text]

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.