Abound in hope.
God works in all things; all obey
His first propulsion from the night;
Wake thou and watch! the world is gray
With morning light.
--John Greenleaf Whittier.
When the sun of joy is hidden,
And the sky is overcast,
Just remember--light is coming,
And the storm won't always last.
The mist denies the mountains;
The wind forbids the sea;
But, mist or wind, I go to find
The day that calls to me.
For there are mornings yonder
And noons that call and call;
And there's a day with arms outheld,
That waits beyond them all.
--Josephine Preston Peabody.
Open the door of your hearts, my lads,
To the angel of Love and Truth
When the world is full of unnumbered joys,
In the beautiful dawn of youth.
Casting aside all things that mar,
Saying to wrong, Depart!
To the voices of hope that are calling you
Open the door of your heart.
--Edward Everett Hale.
A little bit of hope
Makes a rainy day look gay;
A little bit of charity
Makes glad a weary way!
Hope, child, to-morrow, and to-morrow still,
And every morrow hope; trust while you live.
Hope! each time the dawn doth heaven fill,
Be there to ask as God is there to give.
--Victor Hugo.
FAITH
ASSURANCE, DOUBT, UNBELIEF
THE ETERNAL GOODNESS
I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.
No offering of mine own I have,
Nor works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts he gave,
And plead his love for love.
I dimly guess, from blessings known,
Of greater out of sight;
And, with the chastened psalmist, own
His judgments too are right.
And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed he will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where his islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond his love and care.
And thou, O
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