Looking Forward

We all look forward. What would life beThat had in it no hope?Even you who say "I have no hope," and seeLife through a horoscope,Predicting only gloom and woe and tears;Even you crave sunshine,And seek to waft away all fears;And throw your tangled lineFar out in the distant coming yearsTo catch a ray of joy;For each hath need of this, to stayThe tide that ofttimes bathes the feetOf those who ill at heart, yet mayBe stronger, through both cold and heat.