R0166-3 Poem: Take Heart

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“Let me take heart! the present scene shall soon be o’er;
The clustering clouds shall hide the sun at noon no more.

The tears now dropping from my eyes shall be forgot;
The joys undimmed by sin and misery, my lot.

The storm now sweeping through the troubled sky be past;
The longed-for morning without clouds arise at last.

The hindmost shadow soon shall utterly depart;
Then let me watch and wait, and hopefully take heart.”
H. Grattan Guinness.


— December, 1880 —