Song. From the Oratorio of the Captivity

FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY .

The wretch, condemn'd with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;
And every pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
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