HOPE.

Come flattering Hope! now woes distress me,

Thy flattery I desire again;

Again rely on thee to bless me,

To find thy vainness doubly vain,

Though disappointments vex and fetter,

And jeering whisper, thou art vain,

Still must I rest on thee for better,

Still hope--and be deceived again.

The Rural Magazine, and Literary Evening Fire-Side, Vol. 1 No. 12 (1820) · 第 43 / 52 题