Hope is an angel in
the darkest night;
She bathes my soul in heavenly light.
Lovely as Spring, Or the evening star
Now an activist from afar.
Will she be at my side through the coming strife
And give me strength to go on with life?
Or will she vanish like the glow in the west
And leave me forsaken? God knows best.
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The sun retiring for a night of rest
Throws shafts of scarlet back from the west
Against the palms that pierce the sky
And nod in peace to the south-wind's sigh.
The ocean's roll sheens o'er the sand
A baby caressed by his mother's hand.
I think of the sunsets that passed before
To add beauty to this beach on Corregidor.
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Will time ever end
What lies beyond space?
Is immortal life
The goal of this race?
Is this earthly body
Merely a clod .....as on this
Path of peril we trod?
Is each footstep spaced
by the Will of God?
O, Science, cruel surgeon
That cuts away the poet's dreams
And pulpits weight
Answers to these queries;
I will repose
In Elysian Fields
With the Red, Red Rose.