Lines of Hope

The brook that can't find a way in sands
Of barren lands with haunted souls,
Oh, never does lose her hope but bends
To make her route through silver goals.

The sun who hides his rays in clouds
In gruesome charm with dusty fumes,
Oh, never does swathe himself in shrouds
But shines again to gild his rooms.

The birds that can't make way with skies
And soar over the mountains high,
Oh, never lose hope and cease to fly
But dream again and keep their try!

The plant that can't bloom tranquil flowers,
No fruits, no scents when adorning her arms;
Oh, never she loses hope and powers
And scatters for aye in earth her charms!

When all such sweet things find their door
Of life when their love is gone,
Can't you live life and dream once more
And keep your faith, your hope go on?