HOPE, tho' misfortune o'ertake you, Smile, tho' you go to the wall, Bend to the blast that would break you, But work, aye, work through it all. Weep, when the cloud of your sorrow Comes with its mist and its pall, But tears make your rainbow to-morrow If you work as you weep—through it all. Give, for you grow with the giving, Live, but with love at your call, Be brave, be a man in your living, And work as a man through it all. Look up, as the weaver of laces, Your pattern hung high on the wall, Your soul on the beauty it traces, Your hands busy working withal. |