Poems (E. L. F.)/Hope

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HOPE.
Let me gaze o'er the future with fancy's bright eye,And vision forth scenes of enjoyment that lieIn 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 beenHad hope never smiled o'er the desolate scene?
Oh! let my heart picture the life-spring of joyThat brings with all sorrow its blessed alloy;'Tis the sunshine of life, and a guiding star givenTo brighten the pathway of wand'rers to heaven.
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