Hope

Though life be full of sorrow,
Yet never hope be lost
Nor by despair be crossed:
Death only has no morrow.

And if in grief and pain
Our whole life seem to sink,
Still some cure may we think
To find if life remain.

And since brings double joy
Calm to the tempest-tossed,
So never hope be lost
Till death come to destroy.
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Gil Vicente
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