Ha, I know...

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;

Man never is, but always to be blessed:

The soul, uneasy and confined from home,

Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Mr Pope, Alexander

And in fact this was "bedraggled but not unhopeful", but that's the way it was torn and borne by the wind, and that's what I like, the way these random expressions become arranged and rearranged.