Today’s Poem: Here’s Hopin’ by Francis Lebby Stanton

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’!

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