HOPE.

SWEET is the murmur of this gentle stream

Beside whose mossy bank I weave my dream;

Sweet are its words: I hear it murmur, "Hope."

Sweet is the carol of yon joyous bird,

Beneath these waving branches faintly heard;

Sweet is the song: I hear him carol, "Hope."

Sweeter thy word, which honey-bees might sip! -

Sweet word that lingers on reluctant lip.

Sweet is thy word: thou too hast whispered, "Hope!"