Hope

She touched me in my sorrow; I awoke. Her kind hands broke the fetters of my grief; The light of smiles shone round me, as she spoke: “I come, my friend, to bring thee sweet relief. Of those that minister, I am the chief, To man’s sick heart; I made the tears of Eve Bright with the hues of Heaven, when loth to leave The joys her disobedience made so brief. I sailed with Noah o’er the buried earth, I sat with Hagar by the new-found well, I solaced Joseph in his lonely cell, I filled sad David’s soul with songs of mirth.” Much more she whispered, till my heart grew bright And sorrow vanished, as at dawn, the night.