Ne'er is a hope too far removed
Nor does the flame too near encroach
Endurance of life's trials has proved
That failure warrants no reproach
Though gloom's dark veil enfolds the soul
That wilts like autumn's perished bloom
Though grim misfortune takes its toll
E'er does normality resume
When sullen clouds bedim the sun
And purge all dreams with bitter rains
It seems intention lies undone
But nonetheless that hope remains
Resolve, when baleful rain-clouds form
To tear away that morbid shroud
And take up arms against the storm
Then say, "I can", for once out loud
Excellent advice Philip - - and expertly rhymed. Good verse.