MISCELLANIES. 143 ADDRESS TO HOPE. Spem retine spes una hominem nec morte relinquit. CATO'S DISTICHS. Grasp Hope: Hope e'en in death forsakes not man. DEJECTION shades the face of day ADDRESS TO HOPE. Descends the night with all its gloom Mourn not, fond youth, cease every tear, ADDRESS TO HOPE. Dispel your sorrows and alarms Anna shall meet your circling arms? Let thy mild voice salute mine ear Those thoughts which love the grave, repress, And pillow on thine arms distress. Gay Hope I know that cruel guile Lurks in the magic of thy smile, That thou oft whisperest peace to-morrow Thee and thy boon are flown away. L ADDRESS TO HOPE. The wandering light which on the moor Leads on the sad bewildered boor, Thro' bogs and brakes and darksome dell Which smiles to peace, but beckons storm. For whom he breath'd his fervent prayer, Till age had torn his locks away. Look on that lovely maid who lies But tho' deception in thy smile And tread with me this toilsome road, ADDRESS TO HOPE. Let me thy flattering offers share, And hymning angels, meet mine ears. "Tis that which bids me look on high Where God my maker reigns alone Sink worlds and systems in decay; Break thou bright day upon the night, When heaven shall open on my sight. |