Hope
A gentle messenger is Hope; a trusty friend,
That finds in every breast a welcome home.
Room for the Angel! let her radiant wings
Surround me evermore. The syren flings
Her magic mantle o'er me, and I roam
Through sunny realms that seemeth without end.
Onward and upward on Hope's rosy pinions
My thoughts are borne. What visions can transcend
The wondrous view of these her fair dominions,
Extending everywhere! Above — below,
Where'er she smiles, the landscape wears a glow
Of calm serenity. Her skill doth blend
Heaven's hues with those of earth. Weak and undone
Were man, without this gift of the Eternal One.
That finds in every breast a welcome home.
Room for the Angel! let her radiant wings
Surround me evermore. The syren flings
Her magic mantle o'er me, and I roam
Through sunny realms that seemeth without end.
Onward and upward on Hope's rosy pinions
My thoughts are borne. What visions can transcend
The wondrous view of these her fair dominions,
Extending everywhere! Above — below,
Where'er she smiles, the landscape wears a glow
Of calm serenity. Her skill doth blend
Heaven's hues with those of earth. Weak and undone
Were man, without this gift of the Eternal One.
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