Hope: A Poem

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night climbed rapidly to the top. Concealing himself in some undergrowth, he waited until the Mexican officer and his orderly had approached to within thirty yards, when he stepped out in the open and demanded that they surrender. Instead, the two men turned their horses and plunging the spurs into their sides dashed up the ridge. Graham fired four shots in quick succession, and both men fell from their horses, three shots had taken effect in the back of the officer, and one in his orderly. The officer was Captain Manuel Silvas, who had participated in the Columbus raid, the other man was a private. The Americans learned that Villa was among the horsemen who rode out from the church. He could never have escaped had the troopers known this, but their orders had been to fire upon no one unless attacked, or known to be in contact with Yillistas, consequently the man they so much desired to apprehend again gave them the slip.

Hope

Isthen thy heart o'erburdened with dull sorrow? 0, foolish heart, to sink beneath the pain! After the night comes in the smiling morrow. Look! O'er the hills, the sun rides forth again.

Season of joy, and season of despairing, Shadow and shine we meet along our way; And still the old green earth rolls onward, bearing Our faltering hopes towards the perfect day.

And still the more should we who know the fulness Of the true Gospel, watch with patient eyes; Climbing the steeps with feet that never falter, Sending our hymns of hope toward the skies;

Knowing full well that in the glorious dawning That soon shall come, all earth shall ring with praise, And Love shall reign, and harmony and gladness, And holy peace be ours through endless days. Hettie Geldard. Bradford, England