An untitled clipping of this poem by an anonymous writer was pasted here:
Better to hope tho’ the clouds
hang low,
To keep the eyes still lifted;
For the sweet blue sky will
soon peep thru,
When ominous clouds are rifted.
There never was a night
without a day
Or an eve, without a morning;
The darkest hour, as the
proverb goes,
Is the hour before the
dawning.
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