STANZAS TO

SAY not there is no hope for thee,

That guilt will cling to thee for ever;

That all thy lot is misery,

And peace and joy shall cheer thee never!

In that bright heaven where shine the stars, Where the fair moon rides gloriously, Where nought its bliss and beauty mars,

There's hope for thee!

'Tis true thy soul is deeply stained,

That there's a blight upon thy name;

That thy young star of life hath waned,

And darkened is thy earthly fame :

But when the heart sincerely grieves,

Heaven shall its depths with peace imbue,

As every flower that opes its leaves,

Receives the dew!

Thou must not look to worldly things,

And sighing turn to earth again;

But if thy spirit tries its wings,

Heaven shall their power and strength sustain;

And where for ever peace is found,

Where voices float in melody,

Though thorns thy path of life surround,

There's hope for thee!

THE END.

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