Classic Poem

There is a thought in every human breast
A hope for better when the worst is bye
The poor man dreams on't in his nightly rest
And sees the Almighty in the evening sky
On thrones of gold sublimely sailing bye
Smiling upon him — that all sins forgiven
In one so harmless — shedding beams of joy
He thinks that wealth will make all trouble even
If not on earth God grants it all in heaven.