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[Oh! fair new Hope! I fain would welcome thee]
Oh! fair new Hope! I fain would welcome thee,Even now, with fitting show of glad delight,
But so long have I bowed to Sorrow's blight—
I know not how, sweet Stranger, worthily
To give such welcome! Old thoughts in a sea
Of troubled waves will come, in wonted might,
And cloud thy triumph, and dispute thy right,
And from old trammels I may move not free!—
When comes in glory fresh the radiant Spring—
Beneath the light of her unclouded skies
Then 'twere in sooth a most unworthy thing—
To see the arched trees, of the Autumn's obsequies
Put on the pomps!—and dead-leaf garlands fling
Before her! yet, bright Hope, thus greet I thy new rise!
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