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HOPE.
Hope stands a-tiptoe on the mountain height,
The light of other worlds is in her eyes;
She has a look with expectation bright,
Filled with the wonders of a glad surprise.
The light of other worlds is in her eyes;
She has a look with expectation bright,
Filled with the wonders of a glad surprise.
The beauty of the dawn is in her face,
And sets an aureole on her radiant hair.
Lithe are her steps and full of nameless grace,
So buoyant that she seems to tread on air.
And sets an aureole on her radiant hair.
Lithe are her steps and full of nameless grace,
So buoyant that she seems to tread on air.
Not only things of earth belong to her,
But things beyond the ken of mortal sight,—
All that can move the heart, the pulses stir,
All that is possible of sweet delight.
But things beyond the ken of mortal sight,—
All that can move the heart, the pulses stir,
All that is possible of sweet delight.
No cloudlet flecks the firmamental blue
Which over her so tenderly doth lean,
Before her spreads an ever widening view,
And suns unsetting light the glowing scene.
Which over her so tenderly doth lean,
Before her spreads an ever widening view,
And suns unsetting light the glowing scene.
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And ever and anon she trills a song,
Which, floating over meadow, stream, and hill,
A thousand echoes lovingly prolong,
While the charm'd world beneath the sound lies still.
Which, floating over meadow, stream, and hill,
A thousand echoes lovingly prolong,
While the charm'd world beneath the sound lies still.
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