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Edgar Guest - Hope
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HOPE sings of tomorrow,
When trouble rules today; 
Bowed down tonight in sorrow 
The morning may be gay.

Hope looks forward ever 
And sings of joys to be, 
For trouble`s grip is never 
On us eternally.
 
Today though trouble lingers 
And every hour is glum, 
Hope points with rosy fingers 
To joys that are to come.
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