ENOUGH of sweet and fair
Hovers for hope to see;
Enough for hope is the summer air,
The song in the summer tree.
Fair things in plenty spread,
They fill faith’s quiet eye;
The heart that hungers and is fed
Fears not the by-and-by.
Fixed be the upward gaze,
The lifted eyes of trust;
The green looks up from the April ways,
The daisy from the dust.