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HOPE.
AN EXCERPT FROM AN ANCIENTE RIME.
When from darke chaos was create ye earthe,
When firsté ye sun glowed from its heighte,
When Nature gave ye pond'rous mountains birthe,
And peerless Daye succeeded lovelie Nighte,
When planates glowed tho' brighte in day, ye colde
Dotted ye mantle stretched from pole to pole.
When firsté ye sun glowed from its heighte,
When Nature gave ye pond'rous mountains birthe,
And peerless Daye succeeded lovelie Nighte,
When planates glowed tho' brighte in day, ye colde
Dotted ye mantle stretched from pole to pole.
'Twas then that Hope with calm cerulean eye,
Ne decked in statelie robes of Pride,
Descended from her throne on highe
And sought alike ye rich and poor man's side,
To soothe his woe and bluntkeen miserie's barbe,
And clothe ye Future in a brighter garbe.
Ne decked in statelie robes of Pride,
Descended from her throne on highe
And sought alike ye rich and poor man's side,
To soothe his woe and bluntkeen miserie's barbe,
And clothe ye Future in a brighter garbe.
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She woke ye slumbering Genius, bade him rise;
From Sorrow's eye she wiped ye falling tear,
Smiled sweetlie on Ambition's soaring eyes,
And hovered even o'er Death's gloomy bier.
Who ceased to smile she bade them smile agayne
And in anticipation, banished present payne!
From Sorrow's eye she wiped ye falling tear,
Smiled sweetlie on Ambition's soaring eyes,
And hovered even o'er Death's gloomy bier.
Who ceased to smile she bade them smile agayne
And in anticipation, banished present payne!
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