Here’s Hopin’
Francis Lebby Stanton
Year ain’t been the very best;—
Purty hard by trouble pressed;
But the rough way leads to rest,—
Here’s hopin’!
Maybe craps way short; the rills
Couldn’t turn the silent mills;
But the light’s behind the hills,—
Here’s hopin’!
Where we planted roses sweet
Thorns come up an’ pricked the feet;
But this old world’s hard to beat,—
Here’s hopin’!
P’r’aps the buildin’ that we planned
‘Gainst the cyclone couldn’t stand;
But, thank God we’ve got the land,—
Here’s hopin’!
Maybe flowers we hoped to save
Have been scattered on a grave;
But the heart’s still beatin’ brave,—
Here’s hopin’!
That we’ll see the mornin’ light—
That the very darkest night
Can’t hide heaven from our sight,—
Here’s hopin’!