Hope

5Seest thou the sunbeam's yellow glow,

6That robes with liquid streams of light;

7Yon distant Mountain's craggy brow.

8And shows the rocks so fair, — so bright —

9Tis thus sweet expectation's ray,

10In softer view shows distant hours,

11And portrays each succeeding day,

12As dressed in fairer, brighter flowers, —

13The vermeil tinted flowers that blossom;

14Are frozen but to bud anew,

15Then sweet deceiver calm my bosom,

16Although thy visions be not true, —

17Yet true they are, — and I'll believe,

18Thy whisperings soft of love and peace,

19God never made thee to deceive,

20'Tis sin that bade thy empire cease.

21Yet though despair my life should gloom,

22Though horror should around me close,

23With those I love, beyond the tomb,

24Hope shows a balm for all my woes.