Hope For Tomorrow

Never lose your hope for tomorrow no matter what is going on today. Charles S. Poling's poem is one that reminds us to hope for tomorrow, don't let the challenges of today get you down! Keep moving forward realizing that this will pass, never loss your hope for what tomorrow will bring.

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Hope For Tomorrow
Poet: Charles S. Poling

There's never a road but has an end,
And each long day has its close,
And all must say good-bye to a friend,
And the frost must blight the rose.

There's always an end to laughter,
And always an end to tears.
Winter? But Spring will come after,
And youth must grow old with the years.

And even the rainbow that mantles the storm,
Is destined to pass from your view,
And the dark of the night is put paging the morn,
And the end is a door to the new.

So hope for tomorrow, trudge on with a song,
There's work for your hands to do,
Don't brood o'er the past and the things that are gone,
Life's best lies ahead of you.

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More poems about hope and our days:

As The Grass
Poet: Carl Spencer

My days are as the grass,
Swiftly my seasons pass,
And like the flower of the field I fade;
O soul, dost thou not see,
The wise have likened thee
To the most living creature that is made?

My days are as the grass;
The sliding waters pass
Under my roots, upon me drops the cloud;
And not the stately trees
Have kinder ministries, -
The heavens are too lofty to be proud.

My days are as the grass;
The feet of trouble pass,
And leave me trampled that I cannot rise:
But wait a little while.
And I shall lift and smile,
Before the sweet congratulating skies.

My days are as the grass;
Soon out of sight I pass,
And in the bleak earth I must hide my head;
The wind that passes o'er
Will find my place no more, -
The wind of death will tell that I am dead.

But how shall I rejoice
When I shall hear the voice
Of Him who, keeping spring with Him always,
Lest hope from man should pass,
Hath made us as the grass,
The grass that always has another day.

With Hope
Poet: Arthur Penrhyn Stanley

I tremble, not with terror, but with hope,
As the great day reveals its coming scope:
Never in earlier days, our hearts to cheer.
Have such bright gifts of heaven been brought so near;
Nor ever has been kept the aspiring soul
By space so narrow from so grand a goal.

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