Have Hope! it is the brightest star
That lights life's pathway down:
A richer, purer gem than decks
An Eastern monarch's crown.
The Midas that may turn to joy
The grief-fount of the soul;
That paints the prize and bids thee press
With fervor to the goal.
Have Hope! as the tossed mariner
Upon the wild sea driven
With rapture hails the polar star--
His guiding light to haven--
So Hope shall gladden thee, and guide
Along life's stormy road,
And as a sacred beacon stand
To point thee to thy God.
--B. A. G. Fuller.