<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden! in whose kindling eye,<br> Burns the fire of prophecy,<br> On whose brow its glories shine,<br> Priestess at the hidden shrine;<br> Tell me what fair visions rise,<br> As the future greets thine eyes.<br> Thither where thou still dost turn,<br> Does a bright Shekinah burn?<br> Does thy outstretched, beckoning hand,<br> Point us to a promised land,<br> Where the rage of War no more<br> Shall drench the crimsoned earth with gore?<br> Where no more, with features gaunt,<br> Shall stalk the haggard form of Want,<br> Nor Misery's wail, nor Famine's cries<br> Upon the ear of Plenty rise,<br> When the voice of Liberty<br> Shall bid the earth's oppressed go free?<br> Thou, on whom the Future beams,<br> Tell me, are these idle dreams?<br> <br> "As the messenger went forth,<br> Seeking o'er the deluged earth,<br> So, my gaze hath wandered wide,<br> O'er the Future's troubled tide.<br> As across the waters dark,<br> The bird returned to that lone bark,<br> With the leaf of olive tree,<br> So return I unto thee.<br> Not yet do wind and wave subside;<br> Not yet do land and sea divide;<br> No verdant earth the vision cheers,<br> No peak of Ararat appears;<br> But spanning all that troubled sky,<br> The Bow of Promise shines on high."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115218" data-title="Hope de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Maiden! in whose kindling eye,/ Burns the fire of prophecy,/ On whose brow its glories shine,/ Priestess at the hidden shrine;/ Tell me what fair visions rise,/ As the future greets thine eyes./ Thither where thou still dost turn,/ Does a bright S..."></div> </div> </div>

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