XII - Hope Is Ever by Austin Halling-RoweWhen all foul treasons have been done,
And fortune flees again to heaven,
When all heart's grievings have run
Their sour course to no certain end.
When every wretched deed inspired
By every motive bent,
Brought by every thought amiss,
Has seen beyond it's vested end.
When every stretch of patience has
Been pressed to point of parting,
There'll be one thing of station that
Will stay you end from starting...
For hope is ever, hope is found,
Hope like choirs of angels sound. 12/27/2010 Posted on 12/28/2010 Copyright © 2025 Austin Halling-Rowe
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