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HOPE.
Is not the lark companion of the spring?And should not Hope—that sky-lark of the heart—
Bear, with her sunny song, Youth company?
Still is its sweetest music poured for love;
And that is not for me; yet will I love,
And hope, though only for her praise and tears;
And they will make the laurel's cold bright leaves
Sweet as the tender myrtle.
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