Hope

Still there is on thy saucers remains of honey Kick out the flies so that you can protect the honey Still there is on their vines clusters of grapes O, guarders of vines, drive foxes out, Therefore, grapes will be ripe healthy. Still there is at thy houses mat and door Close up the way of wind away out of thy children Perhaps they can sleep Wind is very cold and you should close doors. Still there is effluent blood in their hearts, You may keep it and don't throw away A new fetus is still unborn waiting the dawn Still there is at thy hearth remains of firewood Still there is coffee and a bundle of blaze