You Give Me Hope

Your beauty,
Sets a small part of me,
Free,
Flying soft from my soul,
Feeding my heart the dole,
And kindling another coal,
Of hope within my mind,
That I'm only momentarily blind,
To that which makes this life kind.
That some day soon yet,
Perhaps before the dawn and earth have met,
The flowers of my soul will be wet,
With the sustaining dew,
Of love divine and new,
From which all good grew.
You give me hope,
Like a golden rope,
As I in darkness grope.