 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
OH TRUST NOT HOPE.
Oh trust not faithless Hope too far,
Lest disappointment's venomed dart
Should all thy fairest prospects mar,
And lacerate thy constant heart;
For I have trusted in her smile,
Nor heard the distant thunder roll,
Nor saw the cloud approach the while,
Whose lightnings since have pierced my soul.
Lest disappointment's venomed dart
Should all thy fairest prospects mar,
And lacerate thy constant heart;
For I have trusted in her smile,
Nor heard the distant thunder roll,
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Whose lightnings since have pierced my soul.
Oh trust not, then, the smile of hope,
A hurricane succeeds the calm,
E'en while we stroll some verdant slope
Where flow'rets freight the breeze with balm—
Ere we can say “the scene is sweet,”
'T is blasted by some demon's breath;
Then trust not, trust not, I entreat,
The treacherous smile that lures to death.
A hurricane succeeds the calm,
E'en while we stroll some verdant slope
Where flow'rets freight the breeze with balm—
Ere we can say “the scene is sweet,”
'T is blasted by some demon's breath;
Then trust not, trust not, I entreat,
The treacherous smile that lures to death.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |