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[Hope sheds on man's first waking hours]
“O, come! let us walk in the light of the Lord.”—Isaiah ii. 5.
Hope sheds on man's first waking hours
A lustre pure and fair,
And as his mind unfolds its powers
Her cheering smile is there:
But when his feet life's pathway tread
And his torn bosom bleeds,
And darkening ills around him spread
Her taper's ray recedes.
A lustre pure and fair,
And as his mind unfolds its powers
Her cheering smile is there:
But when his feet life's pathway tread
And his torn bosom bleeds,
And darkening ills around him spread
Her taper's ray recedes.
A brighter torch doth Pleasure boast
To lure his youthful way,
A meteor on a rocky coast
That dazzles to betray.
But woe if his confiding heart
Be with her fetters bound,
The syren hath a poison'd dart
And loves a secret wound.
To lure his youthful way,
A meteor on a rocky coast
That dazzles to betray.
But woe if his confiding heart
Be with her fetters bound,
The syren hath a poison'd dart
And loves a secret wound.
God hath a light. It beams sublime
On every seeking eye,
When withering 'neath the blasts of time
Both hope and pleasure die:
That light we'll seek. Its ray hath power
To pierce the shrouded tomb,
And guide where tempests never lower
And sorrow dares not come.
On every seeking eye,
When withering 'neath the blasts of time
Both hope and pleasure die:
That light we'll seek. Its ray hath power
To pierce the shrouded tomb,
And guide where tempests never lower
And sorrow dares not come.
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