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<h2> HOPE. </h2>
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Hope Was but a timid friend;<br/>
She sat without the grated den,<br/>
Watching how my fate would tend,<br/>
Even as selfish-hearted men.<br/>
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She was cruel in her fear;<br/>
Through the bars one dreary day,<br/>
I looked out to see her there,<br/>
And she turned her face away!<br/>
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Like a false guard, false watch keeping,<br/>
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;<br/>
She would sing while I was weeping;<br/>
If I listened, she would cease.<br/>
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False she was, and unrelenting;<br/>
When my last joys strewed the ground,<br/>
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,<br/>
Those sad relics scattered round;<br/>
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Hope, whose whisper would have given<br/>
Balm to all my frenzied pain,<br/>
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,<br/>
Went, and ne'er returned again!<br/></p>
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