The Day of Hope
The Day of Hope, hid beneath Sorrow’s veil,
Has shown its face–ah, cry that all may hear:
Come forth! the powers of night no more prevail!
Praise be to God, now that the rose is near
With long-desired and flaming coronet,
The cruel stinging thorns all men forget,
The wind of Winter ends its proud career.
– Hafiz
– Translated by G.Bell
Hope Is the Thing With Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
Hope
May my mind every morning become
As beautiful as hope ‘ dawn ‘ rays
OtherPoems about Hope
OtherPoetic Themes
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- Poems on Hope – at Sri Chinmoy Poetry
- Talk on Hopeby Sri Chinmoy
- Poetry Books at Amazon.com
- Poems about hopeat Amazon.com
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