Hope On and Weary Not

HOPE ON AND WEARY NOT. Had'st thou e'er a hope or prayerful longing, That burned within thy bosom night and day. A surging restlessness thy soul a-thronging, Strive as you would, you failed to force away? Longing for some face from mortals hidden, A loved one whom thou long hast yearned to see Or some attainment presseth thee unbidden; A hope, a joy, a glory yet to be? Toil on, toil on,—hope on, hope on, and never Grow weary with the weight of toil and pain; There'1 come a time when we with Christ forever Will dwell in peace and every good obtain. God planteth seeds of love and faith supernal Which, like the flowers, appear to fade and die, The flower—sweet emblem of the life eternal— That only sleeps beneath earth's wintry sky. God giveth pure desires and hopes to cherish, Within our hearts, He planted love and faith; In dark adversity they seem to perish, E'en blighted by chill winter's dreary breath. Yet, there's no hope but in the resurrection Will reach fulfillment, if we hope aright; There is no gift but can attain perfection, Directed by the power of truth and light. And all our hopes will sweetly then fulfill, Light, love and wisdom, power and majesty; If we but humbly seek to do His will, Success will crown our lives eternally, Annie G. Lauritzen. Richfield, Utah.