 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
HOPE RETURNS AGAIN.
Oh, sigh not thus, so broken-hearted,
Over hopes departed,
Hope returns again;
Behold, to shame thy faithless sighing,
Yon bright swallow flying—
Summer comes again.
And dost thou fear
He who rules the changing year—
And guides the wild bird o'er the sea—
Will leave the human heart in sorrow?—
No, no! trust to-morrow;
Hope will come to thee.
Over hopes departed,
Hope returns again;
Behold, to shame thy faithless sighing,
Yon bright swallow flying—
Summer comes again.
And dost thou fear
He who rules the changing year—
And guides the wild bird o'er the sea—
Will leave the human heart in sorrow?—
No, no! trust to-morrow;
Hope will come to thee.
And when the desert-thirst is raging,
Where no fount assuaging
Cheers the burning plains,
Then the trav'ler, faint and dying,
Some green spot espying,
The living water gains!
And dost thou think
At Hope's fount we may not drink?—
Oh! weary pilgrim bend thy knee,
And, at her sacred fountain kneeling,
Own with holiest feeling,
There are green spots for thee!
Where no fount assuaging
Cheers the burning plains,
Then the trav'ler, faint and dying,
Some green spot espying,
The living water gains!
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At Hope's fount we may not drink?—
Oh! weary pilgrim bend thy knee,
And, at her sacred fountain kneeling,
Own with holiest feeling,
There are green spots for thee!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |