Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
Duty, honour, country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn.
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.