Hope On — an 1800s Welsh Gazette Poem

“There was never a day so misty and gray,

that the blue was not somewhere above it.

There is never a mountain top so bleak,

that some little flower does not love it.

There is never a night so dreary and dark,

that the stars are not somewhere shining.

There is never a cloud so heavy and black,

that it has not a silverlining.”