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MY HOPE.
My hope hath ever streamed a meteor bright,
A sunshine-glimpse—a mirage of delight—
A star soon bosomed in a cloudy night:
Such is my hope!
A sunshine-glimpse—a mirage of delight—
A star soon bosomed in a cloudy night:
Such is my hope!
It shifts and shines a brightly-troubled dream,
A rainbow's aëry woof—a glowworm's gleam—
A sun-set cloud, with varying hue and beam:
Such is my hope!
A rainbow's aëry woof—a glowworm's gleam—
A sun-set cloud, with varying hue and beam:
Such is my hope!
Fragile as that light cloud's fantastic form—
Soon changed when summer-heavens, serene and warm,
Are darkened by the sudden gathering storm:
Such is my hope!
Soon changed when summer-heavens, serene and warm,
Are darkened by the sudden gathering storm:
Such is my hope!
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A phantasm of enchantments bright and frail,
A flower-scent borne along a sweeping gale,
The music of a dying nightingale:
Thus ends my hope!
A flower-scent borne along a sweeping gale,
The music of a dying nightingale:
Thus ends my hope!
But hark! what rapturous notes resounding ring!
It is the lark upon his fearless wing!—
With him from earth to heaven exulting spring,
My hope—and conquer!
It is the lark upon his fearless wing!—
With him from earth to heaven exulting spring,
My hope—and conquer!
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