The Prayer of the Year
Reading edition
LEAVE me Hope when I am old, Strip my joys from me, Let November to the cold Bare each leafy tree; Chill my lover, dull my friend, Only, while I grope To the dark the silent end, Leave me Hope! Blight my bloom when I am old, Bid my sunlight cease; If it need be from my hold Take the hand of Peace. Leave no springtime memory, But upon the slope Of the days that are to be, Leave me Hope!