HOPE.
The dark, dark night Is gone. The lark is on the wing; From bleak and barren fields he soars. Eternal hope to sing. And shall I be less brave Than you, sweet lyric thing? From deeps of failure and despair, Up. up, my heart, and sing! The dark, dark year is gone, The red blood of the spring Will quicken Nature’s pulses soon, So up, my heart, and fling! —Ella Higginson.
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White Ribbon, Volume 28, Issue 328, 18 October 1922, Page 6
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72HOPE. White Ribbon, Volume 28, Issue 328, 18 October 1922, Page 6
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