Hope On

ATE W Selfillme A ins HUSHIDA Ithink the sun will come out J.O.H Viv soon ** ادة النارية HOPE OPE ON, dear love, for ever, Though our skies be overcast. We need the gloom, the cloud, the storm That fruit may come at last. If the seed be rightly cherished, If the soil be kept with care Our God will send his sun and rain, To make the harvest fair." 66 A.T. Cook, HYDE PARK CHIAT vis