Wilhelmina Stitch - Renew Thy Hope

One dream has come to nought? Ah! do not sorrow.
Let other dreams be wrought to grace the morrow.
Because one dream is slain, talk not of never dreaming;
one night of murk and rain-behold the sun a-gleaming!
Because one hope lies dead, cling not to grief;
but have you faith instead. Grief's life is brief.
One dream with broken wings, one hope with head low blowed-the brave heart sings despite the cloud.
One castle wrecked in Spain razed to the ground.
Oh, build it up again-means will be found.
And sing while you rebuild; sing out, and ne'er despair.
When hearts with hope are filled-dreams flourish everywhere.

Wilhelmina Stitch

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