Hope

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: (Ps. 42:5). The longest lane
must have a turning:
The darkest night
gives place to day,
Somewhere bright stars
are always burning,
Hope's rainbow
spans the future way;
The fiercest storm
has soonest ending,
The dreariest winter
heralds spring,
With sunshine, blossom,
fragrance, blending-
To bring new joy to everything.

From:
Streams In The Desert 2
By Mrs. Charles E. Cowman