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Hope maketh not ashamed.
Rom. 5:5.
The world may change from old to new,
From new to old again;
Yet hope and heaven, for ever true,
Within our hearts remain.
2 Hope leads the child to plant the flower,
The man to sow the seed;
Nor leaves fulfillment to her hour—
But prompts again to deed.
3 And ere upon the old man’s dust
The grass is seen to wave,
We look through falling tears, to trust
Hope’s sunshine on the grave.
4 O, no, it is no flattering lure,
No fancy weak or fond,
When hope would bid us rest secure
In better life beyond.
5 Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor tears,
Her promise may gainsay;
The voice divine speaks through our years,
To cheer us on our way.
Sarah F. Adams.