ON HOPE'S BROKEN WING.
On hope's broken wing my spirit once fell, From joy's sunny heights to great depths of woe; And music's sweet strains in sadness did swell, Life's garden of flowers was covered with snow.
But a bright little bird sang of God's love, "I, even I, to the ground can not fall, Without the care of the Father above; He careth for me, for He loveth all."
My eyes then beheld a lily in bloom; From her heart of gold she whispered to me: "I sow and reap not, I dread not the tomb, The hand of my God provideth for me."
My soul then, in prayer, sought peace with its God, The snow on life's garden melted away: And my new heart seemed a beautiful sod Where a sweet hope bloomed that ne'er will decay.