HOPE, Child, to-morrow, and to-morrow still, And every morrow hope; trust while you live. Hope! and each time the dawn doth heaven fill, Be there to ask, as God is there to give. Poor Angel! Say, 'For sin is sorrow sent; Perchance, if long I weep on bended knee, When He has first blessed all the Innocent, Then all the Contrite, God may end with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE WASHINGTON by EVALYN TERRY BROOKS |