One dream has come to nought? Ah! do not sorrow.
Let other dreams be wrought to grace the morrow.
Because one dream is slain, talk not of never dreaming;
one night of murk and rain-behold the sun a-gleaming!
Because one hope lies dead, cling not to grief;
but have you faith instead. Grief's life is brief.
One dream with broken wings, one hope with head low blowed-the brave heart sings despite the cloud.
One castle wrecked in Spain razed to the ground.
Oh, build it up again-means will be found.
And sing while you rebuild; sing out, and ne'er despair.
When hearts with hope are filled-dreams flourish everywhere.
Wilhelmina Stitch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renew-thy-hope/
