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Hope

See through the clouds that roll in wrath,
Yon little star benignant peep,
To light along their trackless path
The wanderers of the stormy deep.
And thus, oh Hope! thy lovely form
In sorrow's gloomy night shall be
The star that looks through cloud and storm
Upon a dark and moonless sea.
When heaven is all serene and fair
Full many a brighter gem we meet,
'Tis when the tempest hovers there
Thy beam is most divinely sweet.
The rainbow, when the sun declines,
Like faithless friend will disappear;
Thy light, dear star! more brightly shines
When all is wail and sorrow here.
And though Aurora's stealing gleam
May wake a morning of delight,
'Tis only thy enchanting beam
Will smile amid affliction's night.