Hope on, and fix your ideal high—
And dream of some glad tomorrow,
Better to sing a hopeful song—
Than to chant a dirge of sorrow.
'Tis good to strive with hopeful mind,
To reach some goal of wondrous height;
For hope alone can spur us on,
And in the darkness show some light.
The flower we plant, the seed we sow,
Will spring from Mother Earth anew.
So let hope ever mingle, then,
In words we say, in deeds we do.
—J. R. Lowell
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Ralph Thomas Sunday, 02 September 2018 11:10 Comment Link
Born in 1877, Leonora was my wife's aunt. She travelled in Germany and Russia, eventually marrying a Count , member of the Court household, and escaping from the Bolsheviks to Peru. She wrote about her travels in Germany. She returned to England for a time, where my wife last met her.