By Prudence E. R. Curtis
Hope shines forever pure and bright,
It never fades away;
It is a ray of heavenly light
Unyielding to decay.
‘T is hope that bears our spirits up
When falling in despair;
Nor sinks the heart, with this its prop,
Though hard may be our fare.
It rears our castles to the skies,
With faith increases grace,
And with it we may some day rise
To find in heaven a place.