One of my beloved teachers, the late professor Maria Hogan Butler, once quoted these lines to me in a letter -- words of encouragement when I sorely needed them. They come from Robert Browning's "Epilogue to 'Asolando'."
"One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
Sleep to wake."
Hope can be a tenuous thing, but as we march forward, hope will be there.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!