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THE BIRTH OF HOPE.
'Twas the first eve since God had roll'd away
The flood of Chaos from this gladsome earth,
When all creation kept its natal day,
And sister planets gloried in its birth.
O 'twas a beauteous night! in silver car
The crescent moon lit up the dark blue sky,
While lingering on ocean's brink from far
The youthful sun look'd on her lovingly.
The flood of Chaos from this gladsome earth,
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And sister planets gloried in its birth.
O 'twas a beauteous night! in silver car
The crescent moon lit up the dark blue sky,
While lingering on ocean's brink from far
The youthful sun look'd on her lovingly.
For he was loth to leave the placid scene,
And knew not then what time has taught him now;
That he must aye pursue night's gentle queen,
And ever vainly seek, and vainly woo.
And knew not then what time has taught him now;
That he must aye pursue night's gentle queen,
And ever vainly seek, and vainly woo.
He thought too, if he sank, that gloomy night
Must ever canopy the crystal sky;
And if thick darkness quench'd his genial light,
That life, and happiness, and all—must die!
Must ever canopy the crystal sky;
And if thick darkness quench'd his genial light,
That life, and happiness, and all—must die!
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He wept: when springing from the crescent moon
A sylphlike form illum'd the sapphire cope!
She smil'd, and promised him another noon:
Her name was Hope.
A sylphlike form illum'd the sapphire cope!
She smil'd, and promised him another noon:
Her name was Hope.
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