When All Seems Hopeless

When all seems hopeless as a down-set sun
And future days are grey with shadow-mites
Of some bad man our President become;
While many countrymen are blind to see
How they are lead away from human heights
Down into forests dark with savages
Who scream with glee the rights of savages
To scream, but not to live, and men not be;
When this seems overwhelming in my mind
I turn about and take your book in hand,
Then turn the pages till man’s hope I find.
It is not made of feathers or of sand,
But truth’s hard-builded walls that bind—
The vallied vault of the golden Rand.

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2 Responses to When All Seems Hopeless

  1. Sticky says:

    Umm, are you really just giving this info out for noghint?

  2. That’s the smart thinking we could all benefit from.

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