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This poem by the English poet, artist and designer William Morris celebrates the revival of life and hope through faith and has a clear religious message. It remains a poignant source of consolation and encouragement to those who face disappointment or disillusionment.

Each eve Earth falleth down the dark,

As though its hopes were o’er;

Yet lurks the sun when day is done

Behind tomorrow’s door.

Grey grows the dawn while men-folk sleep,

Unseen spreads on the light,

Till the thrush sings to the coloured things,

And earth forgets her night.

No otherwise wends on our Hope;

E’en as a tale that’s told

Are fair lives lost, and all the cost

Of wise and true and bold.

We’ve toiled and failed; we spake the word;

None hearkened; dumb we lie;

Our Hope is dead, the seed we spread

Fell o’er the Earth to die.

What’s this? For joy our hearts stand still,

And life is loved and dear,

The lost and found the Cause hath crowned,

The Day of Days is here.

William Morris (1834-96)