HOPE OF HOME
1
'Tis not gone for ever,
The light of the soul;
It flows like the river,
When it meets with controul!—
It rolls like the ocean,
Over mountain and glen,
Till past the commotion,
And the sun smiles again.
The valleys may tremble,
The mountains may move,
But I can't dissemble,—
In the soul of true love.
2
There's the children to love,
And the woman to cherish;
Though the mountain may move:—
And the mortal may perish!
Yet the soul never dies;
Over valley and glen,
And the sun in the skies,
Shall shine bright again.—
Shine brightly and bless
All that life can approve,
The child to carress
And the woman to love.
3
For woman we cherish
Our cares to the last
In their love truth will flourish
Till danger is past
Is fear round us gloaming
Does terror dismay
The woman dear woman
Exales it away
The soul ever lives
O 'tis not gone for ever
For the light woman gives
Is the sun to set never.
