from the book Beloved Spirit

Fall from fortune is without pity’s touch

In the cold, devastating break of day;

The loss is such as to tear all feeling

From a soul bereft of safety’s kind way.

Yet hope may be found in the heart’s own strength

Still stalwart and true on its lonely perch;

Persevere though gales of grief may mount,

As daring may open new paths to search.

Climb upward the steadfast boughs of courage,

To seek the sun’s promise of splendid feats;

Let patience slay the clouds of doubt and fear

And win the starry goal hope’s light completes.

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