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THERE IS A HOPE.
There is a hope that never fades,
A prospect ever fair and bright;
Where no thick darkling gloom pervades,
To dim the brilliancy of light.
A prospect ever fair and bright;
Where no thick darkling gloom pervades,
To dim the brilliancy of light.
There is a joy that ever smiles,
As tearless as the gem of peace;
Where passion spreads no luring wiles,
To make its sainted pureness cease:
As tearless as the gem of peace;
Where passion spreads no luring wiles,
To make its sainted pureness cease:
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There is a calm that nought can take,
Or rob its peaceful blessed site;
Which, when the wreck of worlds shall shake,
Will stand like god-head in its might—
Or rob its peaceful blessed site;
Which, when the wreck of worlds shall shake,
Will stand like god-head in its might—
Oh! say, where are such blessings found,
In the poor thraldom of our lot;
In the wide stretch of world around,
O! where are cares and grief forgot?
In the poor thraldom of our lot;
In the wide stretch of world around,
O! where are cares and grief forgot?
Can youthful bloom or smiling wealth,
With highest rank and splendid name;
Can lux'ry, ease and sprightly health,
E'er yet such peerless treasures claim?
With highest rank and splendid name;
Can lux'ry, ease and sprightly health,
E'er yet such peerless treasures claim?
Can modest beauty chaste and low,
Beguiling with each comely art;
Can rapture's praises as they flow,
Becalm the tumults of the heart?
Beguiling with each comely art;
Can rapture's praises as they flow,
Becalm the tumults of the heart?
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Alas! all these will die, and fail
To heal the cankerings of care;
Too oft dull languor rends them stale,
So light and fleeting as they are.
To heal the cankerings of care;
Too oft dull languor rends them stale,
So light and fleeting as they are.
The joys that bloom like ever-green,
E'er flourish in a Christian's breast;
There, virtue is the guardian screen,
That gives to him eternal rest.
E'er flourish in a Christian's breast;
There, virtue is the guardian screen,
That gives to him eternal rest.
Nov. 27th, 1825.
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