Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes
Charlotte Smith
1749 to 1806
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Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
Like the young hours that lead the tender year
Must I a sad existence still deplore?
And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
Come then, 'pale Misery's love!' be thou my cure,
Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest,
'For me the vernal garland blooms no more.'
For me wilt thou renew the withered rose,
Lo! the flowers fade, but all the thorns remain,
And I will bless thee, who though slow art sure.
A prey to fear, anxiety, and pain,
Alas! the flatterer flies, and will not hear!
Enchantress come! and charm my cares to rest: