Hope James McCauley


When storms arise, and tumults jar,
And wreck this mortal form,
There is a bright, a lovely star,
That shines above the storm.

‘Tis hope that buoys our spirits up,
Along the chequer’d way,
And when we drain the bitter cup
It points a brighter day.

Though all the ills of life stand by,
It proffers still to save;
And when the shades of death are nigh,
It looks beyond the grave.

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