Tis Hope that cheers the lover’s breast
And lulls the troubled mind to rest –
Hope is the sailors leading star
The Warriors shield in fiercest War –
The youth, the aged to it cling
‘Twill comfort to the wretched bring.
Then in my bosom let it dwell
For there will ever be a spell
In hope, fond hope.
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The Captive bears the galling chain
Nor thinks he call’s on hope in vain
The Miser as he views his store
Fears to lose, still hopes for more
In hope there is a charm divine
That all the joys of life combine.
Then in my bosom let it dwell
For there will ever be a spell
In hope, fond hope.