Poems By William Walsham How ... New and Enlarged Edition |
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III.—Hope.
I cannot labour if I may not hope:
But what the hope that shall my work inspire,
And give to all my life its nobler scope,
And light in this cold heart the heavenly fire?
But what the hope that shall my work inspire,
And give to all my life its nobler scope,
And light in this cold heart the heavenly fire?
Is it such vision of far glorious things
As I have pictured when the dreaming eye
Sees golden cloudlets ranged like Angel wings
O'er the deep spaces of the sunset sky?
As I have pictured when the dreaming eye
Sees golden cloudlets ranged like Angel wings
O'er the deep spaces of the sunset sky?
Nay, I will hope a better hope than this;—
In Christlike love and wisdom still to grow,
Some fault to mend that hath been sore amiss,
Some lacking grace to win, before I go.
In Christlike love and wisdom still to grow,
Some fault to mend that hath been sore amiss,
Some lacking grace to win, before I go.
I hope on earth some saddened heart to cheer,
On some chill life a ray of peace to pour,—
Then learn things greater than are whispered here,
And see the face of God for evermore.
On some chill life a ray of peace to pour,—
Then learn things greater than are whispered here,
And see the face of God for evermore.
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