THE gloomiest day hath gleams of light; The darkest wave hath light foam near it; And twinkles through the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it. The gloomiest soul is not all gloom; The saddest heart is not all sadness; And sweetly o'er the darkest doom There shines some lingering beam of gladness. Despair is never @3quite@1 despair; Nor life nor death the future closes; And round the shadowy brow of Care Will Hope and Fancy twine their roses. |