HOPE
.
SEE
,
from
yonder
hill
descending
,
Hope
,
with
all
her
train
attending
!
"
Quips
,
and
cranks
,
and
wanton
wiles
,
Nods
,
and
becks
,
and
wreathed
smiles
;
"
Fancies
light
that
tread
on
air
,
Building
fairy
castles
there
;
Æolus
his
harp
new
stringing
,
Tuning
to
the
breezes
singing
;
Zeph'rus
sweeping
softest
chords
;
Fancy
setting
airs
to
words
;
Words
that
seem
another
sound
,
And
lighter
than
a
breath
are
found
.
Here
Morpheus
comes
,
a
wandering
guest
,
By
plaintive
murmurs
lull'd
to
rest
;
Round
him
painted
vapours
stream
,
Weaving
soft
the
chequer'd
dream
,
Which
on
silken
wings
they
spread
,
Shaking
o'er
his
drowsy
head
;
Subtile
fumes
waft
round
the
brain
,
And
fan
these
joys
so
light
and
vain
,
Which
soft
slumber
loves
to
dress
In
long
robes
of
happiness
.
See
where
come
the
dancing
Hours
,
Sprinkling
Hope's
gay
path
with
flowers
;
"
Thyme
that
loves
the
brown
hill's
side
,
"
Heath
in
lasting
colours
dyed
;
Feathery
sprays
that
softly
blow
,
And
lead
the
sweet
gales
as
they
go
Unheeded
,
—
though
the
scented
air
Fragrance
steals
we
know
not
where
.
Sweet
Hope
!
lightly
dost
thou
tread
,
Bending
not
the
weak
flower's
head
;
Watching
every
changeful
scene
,
Sliding
gilded
shows
between
Where
new
prospects
open
still
,
Rising
fair
behind
the
hill
.
'Tis
true
stern
Reason
scorns
thy
sway
,
Nor
basks
beneath
thy
sunny
ray
;
Nor
hears
thy
accents
clear
and
sweet
,
Where
sprightly
airs
and
softness
meet
,
Mixing
with
harmonic
chords
,
Pouring
melody
on
words
.
Nor
will
his
fix'd
eye
deign
to
glance
On
the
mirthful
mazy
dance
,
When
the
Hours
,
all
hand
in
hand
,
Link
with
thee
,
a
jocund
band
;
When
thy
white
robes
float
on
air
,
Catching
rays
that
tremble
there
,
Tinted
with
the
varying
beam
,
Ending
in
prismatic
stream
.
On
thy
head
a
wreath
of
flowers
Nods
in
time
to
dancing
Hours
,
Feathery-footed
,
trim
,
and
light
,
Flitting
round
from
morn
till
night
;
From
morn
till
night
,
thou
gaily
leads
Through
dark
green
woods
and
painted
meads
,
With
rose-ting'd
cheeks
,
and
clear
blue
eye
Looking
through
another
sky
,
Till
we
reach
th'
enamell'd
lawn
Round
which
a
river
journeys
on
,
Where
many
a
bridge
is
taught
to
please
Gothic
eyes
,
or
gay
Chinese
,
Thrown
in
every
point
of
view
Arch
can
add
a
beauty
to
,
While
here
and
there
an
ashling
weaves
Verdant
knots
of
summer
leaves
.
Now
we
reach
thy
mansion
high
,
Spiral
turrets
climb
the
sky
,
Gilding
clouds
of
varied
light
,
Changing
underneath
the
sight
.
See
what
crowds
surround
the
gate
,
See
what
Expectations
wait
;
And
,
running
out
,
surround
their
queen
,
Ask
all
at
once
where
she
has
been
;
And
if
the
promis'd
Hours
were
found
With
Elysian
garlands
crown'd
;
Or
if
yet
she'd
leave
to
tell
Where
true
Happiness
would
dwell
;
Or
yet
had
seen
the
promis'd
Day
When
Expectation
,
grave
or
gay
,
In
happy
,
blissful
bands
should
be
United
into
Certainty
.
She
sweetly
smil'd
,
and
wav'd
her
hand
;
At
which
a
specious
flattering
band
(
Quick
through
the
ear
their
credence
reaches
)
Bow'd
round
,
—
and
,
full
of
soothing
speeches
Declar'd
the
Hours
would
soon
appear
;
Then
,
whispering
softly
in
the
ear
,
Taught
smiles
along
the
cheek
to
glow
,
As
if
those
Hours
they
well
did
know
.
Ye
Promises
!
ye
Flatterers
vain
!
That
dress
out
Hope
and
varnish
Pain
,
And
make
the
dullest
things
appear
Of
shining
surface
,
smooth
and
clear
;
Handing
the
cup
to
Hope's
sweet
lip
,
Of
which
we
guests
so
fondly
sip
,
While
seeing
all
the
bottom
shine
,
Ne'er
think
there's
poison
in
the
wine
:
—
Dark
Lethe's
cup
each
grief
subdues
,
That
used
on
former
joys
to
muse
;
For
to
Hope's
enchanted
dome
Dreaded
Ills
dare
never
come
;
Not
one
mask'd
Sorrow
can
you
see
In
all
her
court
of
revelry
:
—
What
though
ye
pull
the
careless
sleeve
,
And
would
tempt
us
to
believe
These
noon-joys
are
waning
fast
,
Form'd
only
for
an
hour
to
last
;
Hence
,
miscreants
!
—
let
me
,
while
I
may
,
Enjoy
the
gewgaws
of
my
day
.
Descend
,
sweet
Hope
,
from
thy
bright
throne
Glittering
with
each
precious
stone
,
—
Rubies
red
,
and
sapphires
blue
,
Amethysts
of
purple
hue
,
Topazes
of
sun-like
blaze
,
And
diamonds
with
their
thousand
rays
;
Descend
!
and
mount
yon
hill
with
me
,
There
let
me
opening
prospects
see
,
Which
,
step
by
step
,
shall
fairer
grow
The
while
as
fades
this
scene
below
.
Forests
of
immortal
oak
;
Rocks
by
tumbling
torrents
broke
;
"
Shallow
brooks
,
and
rivers
wide
,
Verdant
meads
,
with
daisies
pied
;
"
Distant
cities
,
large
and
proud
;
Mountains
dim
,
that
seem
a
cloud
;
Castles
high
,
that
live
on
hills
;
Little
cots
,
that
seek
the
rills
;
Upland
grounds
,
where
flocks
are
seen
Mixing
white
with
darkest
green
;
What
!
though
painted
on
the
air
,
Still
they
look
serene
and
fair
.
Though
my
foot
be
left
to
tread
Barren
heaths
with
brambles
spread
,
Yet
if
thou
check
one
falling
tear
,
Or
bathe
the
eye
till
it
grow
clear
,
I'll
freely
pardon
all
thy
wiles
,
And
fancy
good
in
all
thy
smiles
;
Still
pleas'd
to
find
the
ills
we
dread
Thy
fairy
wing
can
overspread
;
And
though
thy
promises
deceive
,
Bless
my
kind
stars
that
I
believe
;
Thy
cranks
and
wiles
who
would
not
see
!
For
happy
they
who
doubt
not
thee
.