George Howell-Baker, The Glamorgan Gazette — Hope
“ The friend of joy, where sunshine looms To gild our gifts down her. True joy is when with not excess We dote on ours below, In lessing years 'twill have success In parting here below. Hope is a hand that never hides Her guidance to the sky, Hope is the soul that shall abide Until we are on high. Hope gives the wing again to soar Above this sordid strife, Hope smooths the path the lifetime o'er, To gain eternal life. Porthcawl. G. H. Rekab. This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
