from the book Beloved Spirit
Fall from fortune is without pity’s touch
In the cold, devastating break of day;
The loss is such as to tear all feeling
From a soul bereft of safety’s kind way.
Yet hope may be found in the heart’s own strength
Still stalwart and true on its lonely perch;
Persevere though gales of grief may mount,
As daring may open new paths to search.
Climb upward the steadfast boughs of courage,
To seek the sun’s promise of splendid feats;
Let patience slay the clouds of doubt and fear
And win the starry goal hope’s light completes.