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Show HENRY" HQWLAND iqroow sends Y''.?;'.o :; ;:;v' it::'v;';-y r " . - 3 i ' . . AW J Everything is looking bad today; There's not a sign of good cheer anywhere; any-where; The clouds that keep the sunlight out are gray, Before me yawns the black gulf of despair. My efforts, unappreciated, fail, ' . ? My dearest plans lie In a Jumbled heap: I hear no friend call out a cheering "Hail!" Before me lies a gulf, uncharted, deep! I've tried with all my might and all my heart, But I have gained no profit, won no praise; My part has been a poor and thankless part, Beside a cheerless gulf I pause and gaze. Ah, but tomorrow! It Is yet to dawn. And who knows what fair favors it may bring? Tomorrow the gray clouds may all be gone. And life once more may be a precious thing. How few among us, when gray days arrive, ar-rive, When boundless gulfs before us darkly spread, Would have the courage still to live and strive, But for the hope tomorrow sends ahead! |