SONNET: HOPE.
Sweet angel of joy! O beautiful Hope!
With jewel-tipped wings e'er ready for flight,
Thy siren songs, by moon's silver light,
Despair and sorrow oft will envelop
In a halo of bliss, till both are lost
In joy's bright cloud. Hope, thou anchor of life,
Which saves the weary in the world's great strife
When helplessly they, by storm's fury tossed,
A soul in anguish a long lonesome day
Rejoices ever thy sweet voice to ken.
So, beautiful Hope, chase woe far away
With thy bright allurements pure and serene.
May we enjoy thy smiles all the way,
Through earth's mystic vale, oh! ever be seen.
With jewel-tipped wings e'er ready for flight,
Thy siren songs, by moon's silver light,
Despair and sorrow oft will envelop
In a halo of bliss, till both are lost
In joy's bright cloud. Hope, thou anchor of life,
Which saves the weary in the world's great strife
When helplessly they, by storm's fury tossed,
A soul in anguish a long lonesome day
Rejoices ever thy sweet voice to ken.
So, beautiful Hope, chase woe far away
With thy bright allurements pure and serene.
May we enjoy thy smiles all the way,
Through earth's mystic vale, oh! ever be seen.