Dread No More

Dread no more the darkling sky,Nay, the thousand vicious blows;For the gloom is brief and so shall dieLike weird feeling that daily goes. And again shall shine the golden sun,And soon shall flow the tender breeze;And play the kids, do leap and runIn the fair meadows with charming trees. And again shall rush in human…

Lines of Hope

The brook that can’t find way in sandsOf barren lands with haunted souls,Oh, never does lose her hope but bendsTo make her route through silver goals. The sun who hides his rays in clouds,In besmirched charm with dusty fumes;Oh, never does swathe himself in shroud,But shines again to gild his rooms. The birds that can’t…