5902 ‘Tis always morning somewhere. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) 5903 As long as matters are really hopeful, hope is a mere flattery or platitude; it is only when everything is hopeless that hope begins to be a strength. Like all the Christian virtues, it is as unreasonable as it is indispensable. G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936) 5904 Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works Has left his hope with all! John Greenleaf Whittier