Children of my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and threw
Her rainbow over life and time,
Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you!
Children of my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and threw
Her rainbow over life and time,
Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you!
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories