Saturday Poetry

Have Hope

                  by
         B. A. G. Fuller


Have Hope!  it is the brightest star
     That lights life's pathway down;
A richer, purer gem than decks
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 they God.