POEMS.
39
HOPE AND FEAR.
Two Pilgrims, Hope and Fear, agreed,
To Pleasure's Altar They'd proceed,
And sacrifice together;
Fair Hope was young; but Fear was old,
And drooped with heat, and shrunk with cold,
While Hope still praised the weather.
To Pleasure's Altar They'd proceed,
And sacrifice together;
Fair Hope was young; but Fear was old,
And drooped with heat, and shrunk with cold,
While Hope still praised the weather.
Quoth Fear, "I guess, ere long 'twill rain!"—
—"And then," said Hope, "'twill clear again."———
—"Yon rock, so steep and frightful,
To climb," said Fear, "'twere vain to try!"—
—"Oh! yes, we will," was Hope's reply;
"The view must be delightful!"—
—"And then," said Hope, "'twill clear again."———
—"Yon rock, so steep and frightful,
To climb," said Fear, "'twere vain to try!"—
—"Oh! yes, we will," was Hope's reply;
"The view must be delightful!"—
