IN life's young morn, with buds and flowers, Hope, smiling nymph, appears, And sings, to charm our opening hours, A thousand siren airs. And though her fairy buds decay, And soon her flow'rets fall; She lures us on from day to day, With strains that never pall. She hovers o'er the darkest cloud That life's sad pathway shades, And e'en when tempests rage most loud, Her voice the storm pervades. She lights our gloom -- she soothes our care -- She bids our fears depart, Transforms to gems each grief-fraught tear, And binds the broken heart. She glances o'er us from above, The brightest star that's given, And guides us still through faith and love, To endless peace in Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE LINES WRITTEN IN ROUSSEAU'S LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN. by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |