~WHISPERING HOPE~

Soft as the voice of an Angel,

Breathing a lesson unheard,

Hope with a gentle persuasion

Whispers her comforting word.

Wait, till the darkness is over,

Wait, till the tempest is done,

Hope for the sunshine tomorrow

After the shower is gone.

Whispering hope,
Oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in it's sorrow rejoice.

Hope has an anchor so steadfast,

Rends the dark veil for the soul.

Wither the Master has entered,

Robbing the grave of its goal.

Come then O come glad fruition,

Come to my sad weary soul.

Come Thou O blessed hope of glory,

Never O never depart.

Whispering hope,
Oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in it's sorrow rejoice.

If in the dusk of the twilight,

Dim be the region afar,

Will not the deepening darkness

Brighten the glimmering star?

Then, when the night is upon us,

Why should the heart sink away?

When the dark midnight is over

Watch for the breaking of day.

Whispering hope,
Oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in it's sorrow rejoice.

Alice Hawthorne

For my friend, Milly