Looking Forward.
We all look forward. What would life be
That had in it no hope?
Even you who say "I have no hope," and see
Life through a horoscope,
Predicting only gloom and woe and tears;
Even you crave sunshine,
And seek to waft away all fears;
And throw your tangled line
Far out in the distant coming years
To catch a ray of joy;
For each hath need of this, to stay
The tide that ofttimes bathes the feet
Of those who ill at heart, yet may
Be stronger, through both cold and heat.
That had in it no hope?
Even you who say "I have no hope," and see
Life through a horoscope,
Predicting only gloom and woe and tears;
Even you crave sunshine,
And seek to waft away all fears;
And throw your tangled line
Far out in the distant coming years
To catch a ray of joy;
For each hath need of this, to stay
The tide that ofttimes bathes the feet
Of those who ill at heart, yet may
Be stronger, through both cold and heat.