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My Sonnets

[by W. C. Bennett]

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HOPE.
  
  


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HOPE.

The night has come,—the day is o'er,—
The busy hum is heard no more,—
The nightingale her tuneful song,
O'er hill and dale, will now prolong;—
The day is o'er.
The pale, round, moon, with peaceful light,
Dispels the gloom of solemn night,—
The flowers have closed their dewy eyes,—
The world, reposed in silence, lies;—
The day is o'er.
But soon the day will come again,—
The sunbeams play, o'er hill and plain,—
The shadowy night will pass away,—
And all look bright, and glad, and gay;—
The day will come.
So hope will play around the tomb,—
So glorious day dispel its gloom,—
So we shall rise and wing our way,
Through yonder skies, to brighter day;—
The day will come.