HOPE.
Let me gaze o'er the future with fancy's bright eye,
And vision forth scenes of enjoyment that lie
In the shadows of time; and let hope be my guide,
As I float o'er the bosom of life's fleeting tide.
And vision forth scenes of enjoyment that lie
In the shadows of time; and let hope be my guide,
As I float o'er the bosom of life's fleeting tide.
Oh! what were this world—its toil and its care,
Its deep tones of sorrow, its voice of despair?
A labyrinth of weariness! What had it been
Had hope never smiled o'er the desolate scene?
Its deep tones of sorrow, its voice of despair?
A labyrinth of weariness! What had it been
Had hope never smiled o'er the desolate scene?
Oh! let my heart picture the life-spring of joy
That brings with all sorrow its blessed alloy;
'Tis the sunshine of life, and a guiding star given
To brighten the pathway of wand'rers to heaven.
That brings with all sorrow its blessed alloy;
'Tis the sunshine of life, and a guiding star given
To brighten the pathway of wand'rers to heaven.
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