Classic Poem

1

There is a hope for all who live
Beneath this cold and cloudy sky
And many a joy that hope can give
Is dround in many a tearful eye
There is a hope of joyful sound
'Tis not in earth, in air, or sky
Go search the fields and mountains round
There nothing can the loss supply

2

I trace the meadows every day
I climb the mountains once in three
But still my eyes are all astray
For hopeful love ne'er comes to me
No matter for the songs I've sung
No matter for my being free
My hopeless nerves are all unstrung
For love, nor pleasure comes to me