The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1877-06-06
WHAT Is HOPE.
NJ CORA.

thought, that so often crosses the thresh-
old of our minds and awakens newer
and sweeter reflection of something
greater and nObler, which in our imagi-
nation, shall transpire in that dim visage,
the future.
1t is Hope, that soul inspiring thought
OF the sweet future, that crosses the
threshold OF the mind and lifts the veil
Of futurity exhibiting to our minds eye,
something that is grander and lovlier by
far, than all of the pleasing incidents
that have transpired in the dim vista Of
the past.
o. what is life without this great and
priceless gem2
1t is Hope that inspires the youthful
student, as he Studies and ponders over
the hard lessons that must be learned to-
day. 1t is Hope that urges him on
through all the long weary days, weeks,
months, snd even years, until that great
mountain of knowledge shall be reached,
that priceless treasure which shall win
for him a name and position in this great
grand drama life. Yes, it is ever thus
that he tolls on from day to day. still
hoping for that glorious day to roll round
when the summit of fame shall be
reached, when he can gaze, las it may
be) on the world around and be noted by
all, as one who possesses that priceless
gem, which is knowledge.
Then, it lie this bright and shining star,
that glimmers so sweetly over the rug,
ged paths Of life; throwing its sweet in
fuence like fair mantle around our troub-
led hearts and, bidding us throw aside onr
sorrow AM depend upon it alone for life
and strength with which TO battle with
the rude storms Of sorrow, while we are
being tossed to and fro on the rough and
restless bosom of the mighty ocean life.
When the grim monster. Death,
snatches some loved one from our bosom
and they are being borne away from US.
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then, when the great cloud Of sorrow
hovers around US, o, what is it that sus-
tains us through all these trying scenes
It's Hope, that beautiful angel alone,
who unfolds her snowy pinions, and like
dainty lighted star that appears so dim
yet so lovely in the great distance, until
the evening shadows shall have dsrkened
into twilight, when it continues TO grow
brighter and brighter, until we almost
forget that the dark shadows Of night is
DER us go then, Hope, in all her trans>
psrent.hke radiance, in silvery Sandals
steal softly in our pathway, and with one
lovely finger points us toward Heaven
and bids us lift our sad hearts above the
dark and deep recess of sorrow to think
and hope only Of meeting those dear be-
loved ones in that bright and happy home
of beauty, bliss and brightness, which is
just beyond this vale of tears. Then can
feeble pen or even words, describe
the sweet emotion, that this beautiful
star-like vision, Hope, creates within
our bosoms2 No, no it cannot be de-
scribed, for when the curtain Of Hope is
dropped before us it leaves our future for
ever blank. Then as We journey along
life's pathway, let us hope to live in such
manner that when life's poor play is over
our bright dreams and hopes will be real
lied in that sweet home, where no tears
Of sorrow will be shed, and, where our
hearts will be filled with so much joy and
gladness that we will wish for no more
happiness. and as "eternity's years roll
on" will hope and wish for nothing more
Then:
When thy brow with care is clouded,
And thy form bowed down with grief,
Youths bright dreams in darkness shroudod,
Then let hope be thy relief.
When thy bosom swells With joy,
Pleasures all thy hours employ.
When thy heart is free from sorrow-
Careless Of each coming morrow
When bright flowers round thee strewn,
Hopes fair mantle DER thee thrown,
Look beyond these scenes so gay,
Fleeing. soon they'll pass away.
When the dear ones that are thine
Leave thee for . fairer cline,
When the dark sad grave-the pail
From thy side hath taken all,
Then, o, then, let Hope arise
Far above the azure skies,
Look beyond this world of woe,
Peace and joy will God bostow.