Poetry Archives

Is your heart bowed down with sorrow;
  Does your lot the hardest seem;
Think you of a brighter morrow,
  Of a fairer future dream.

Have your prospects all been blighted;
  Has each promise proved a snare;
Deepest wrongs are sometime righted,
  Never yield you to despair.

Has the slanderer’s tongue unsparing
  Ruthless tarnished with its stain;
Was your good name worth the wearing—
  Go and win it back again.

Would you rest where sunshine lingers;
  You must toil the darkness through;
Only work with willing fingers,
  Only live you brave and true.

Never care or trouble borrow,
  “Trouble’s real if it seems”—
Ever see a bright to-morrow,
  Though you see it but in dreams.