Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes

Charlotte Smith

1749 to 1806

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