Redeeming the Time

A life of hope deferred too often is
A life of wasted opportunities;
A life of perished hope too often is
A life of all-lost opportunities:
Yet hope is but the flower and not the root,
And hope is still the flower and not the fruit; —
Arise and sow and weed: a day shall come
When also thou shalt keep thy harvest home.
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