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Show HOPE. Hope is the bloom of tomorrow, Fearing the frost of tonight: Hope Is the nectar that sorrow Utes to calm our affright! Hope is the song of the mother RocKing her baby to sleep; Hope is the prayer that another Says for her boy o'er the deep! Hope is the reed of our sorrow Under the fall of the caj Promise that some sweet tomorrow We sail live ever, alway! Live in a land all eternal " When all our trials are through. When hipc has blossomed supernal An all our hopes have come true! |