From The Detroit Times, June 5, 1915. By M. L. Cooley.
When all good gifts were gathered
And molded into man,
No other gift was needed
To complete God’s perfect plan.
But through his own volition
Man fell and trouble came;
Hope sprang into his nature,
A never-dying flame.
And down through countless ages,
Beyond our human scope,
To each has come the blessing
Of an unending hope.
While still the nations battle
And men do strive and slay,
And the world seems an arena
With war the awful play,
Hope rises still triumphant,
Hope sends one brightening ray,
Though dark enough the future,
Hope still lights up the way.