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Songs of A Wayfarer

By William Davies

Davies, William (1830-1896)

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SONGS OF A WAYFARER.

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CCXVIII. DISAPPOINTMENT.

I thought to find a little truth and trust
In all the world, and that its cup might hold
Some drops of warm sincerity, though cold
The hand that pressed it, soiled with earthly dust;

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And, through the tainted outward of its rust,
Propped by a strong desire, my Hope was bold
To count upon a little ore of gold
Wrapt in the foldings of its sordid crust:
But now I find its deepest love is scorn,
The transient sunshine of a changeful state;
And all its glory but a shade forlorn
Which on the passing shows of time doth wait;
And Hope, a weary beggar wan and worn,
Sits, veiled in sadness, shivering at the gate.