WHEN all the world is dark and drear And stoutest hearts are weak with fear, When heavy clouds obscure the light And life seems an eternal night— Then Hope uplifts a banner high And points them to the upper sky. Atween the rifted clouds behold The sunshine sifts like grains of gold! O weary hearts that sigh for rest, O bruisèd hearts by care oppressed, The way is dark, the time is long, A wail the burden of your song— No longer mourn, sweet Hope is nigh To point you to the upper sky, Atween the rifted clouds behold The sunshine sifts like grains of gold! Celestial Hope! speak words of cheer, The parting clouds will disappear, The rising sun dispel the night And flood the world with blessed light. Uplift, uplift your banner high And point men to the upper sky. Atween the rifted clouds behold The sunshine sifts like grains of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |