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HOPE PROPHESIES TO MAN.
See Hope her glittering pinions plume,
Joy gushing from her eyes;
As though she knew not of man's gloom,
Nor ever heard his cries.
Not fresher looks the dewy dawn,
Awakening perfumed May,
And calm, as though could ne'er be drawn
Storm's curtain o'er his day.
Joy gushing from her eyes;
As though she knew not of man's gloom,
Nor ever heard his cries.
Not fresher looks the dewy dawn,
Awakening perfumed May,
And calm, as though could ne'er be drawn
Storm's curtain o'er his day.
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Hope has her throne upon the light,
That breaks from out the east;
Behind her lowers still the night,
Before her night has ceased.
Thus riding on the ushering rays,
That greet the expectant earth,
She shares the glory that displays
Each morn at its great birth.
That breaks from out the east;
Behind her lowers still the night,
Before her night has ceased.
Thus riding on the ushering rays,
That greet the expectant earth,
She shares the glory that displays
Each morn at its great birth.
With light she comes, and light she brings;
Without her what were Morn?
Dull are the beams Day 'fore him flings,
To those with her are born.
The Sun his heavenly task might close,
And Earth in darkness grope;
For life would sink in torture's throes,
Were man bereft of Hope.
Without her what were Morn?
Dull are the beams Day 'fore him flings,
To those with her are born.
The Sun his heavenly task might close,
And Earth in darkness grope;
For life would sink in torture's throes,
Were man bereft of Hope.
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And she has voices deeper still
Than for the single ear,—
Voices that tell, with heavenly will,
Humanity's career.
Who 's blest to hear them, sees arise
Such splendors in the van,
That, rapt in ecstasy, he cries,
Hope prophesies to man.
Than for the single ear,—
Voices that tell, with heavenly will,
Humanity's career.
Who 's blest to hear them, sees arise
Such splendors in the van,
That, rapt in ecstasy, he cries,
Hope prophesies to man.
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