Hope

Hope Hope, child, tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow still, And every morrow hope — trust while you live. — Victor Hugo Hope is the Angel of Light, Silently hovering near; All through the darkness of night, Constant its presence of cheer! Finding the sweet, hidden flowers Fresh as the blossoms of May, Bright'ning the drear, lonely hours, Bidding our griefs hie away. Hope is a ministering voice, Golden and pure is its song; Harken, ye dear ones, rejoice, , Lift up your hearts and be strong! Smile and believe and renew All the loved promises fair, Precious and cherished and true Hope is the foe of despair. Hope is the Angel of Love, Rich and resplendent and just, Shedding fair light from above, Answering comfort and trust. Hope is sustaining and dear — Who can her glory extol? Beckoning onward with cheer Pearl of great price to the soul! Salem, Utah Minnie Iverson Hodapp