Brighter Hours.

By J. Bennett

  Thought dark the present hour may seem,
With sorrow, care and strife;
Though Gladness may not shed her beam
Upon the sky of life;
Yet fear not for amidst the gloom
One hope is over ours-
That joy may yet our lot illume,
And bring us brighter hours!

Droop not, but nobly struggle still,
For others look to thee;
And they would cease to strive with ill
If thou shouldst conquered be.
In darkest nights some star appears,
In Winter’s hand some flowers:
So shines for us, in adverse years
The hope of brighter hours!

  With fearless spirit still press on
Act thine allotted part!
Life’s high rewards were never won
By faint and coward heart!
Keep on thy course and falter not.
Thought the dread tempest lowers,
But still, however sad thy lot,
Hope on for brighter hours!

Cares may be round thee: doubts and fears
Thy trembling soul opposes,-
Mourner! Look upward through thy tears!
Thy god is near to bless!
E’en if Hope’s earthly ray grows dim,
A better light is ours,
Which leads us to trust in Him
Who gives us brighter hours!

 

 

Title:   Brighter Hours
Author J. Bennett
Location Unknown
Date estimated 1870
In the form of an one column newspaper article, Glued to Page 200

   

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