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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415291" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. 1.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,<br>More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,<br>Left all night long to mourn<br>Where desolation frowns, and tempests howl;<br>And shrieks of wo, as intermits the storm,<br>Far o'er the monstrous wilderness resound,<br>And cross the gloom darts many a shapeless form,<br>And many a fire-eyed visage glares around. <br>O come, and be once more my guest.<br>And oft with smiles indulgent cheer'd<br>And soothed him into rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. 2.<br>Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye<br>Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind,<br>The sable bands combined,<br>Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky,<br>Appall'd retire. Suspicion hides her head,<br>Nor dares th' obliquely gleaming eyeball raise,<br>Despair, with gorgon-figured veil o'erspread,<br>Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maze.<br>Lo, startled at the heavenly ray,<br>With speed unwonted Indolence upsprings,<br>And, heaving, lifts her leaden wings,<br>And sullen glides away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. 3.<br>Ten thousand forms, by pining Fancy view'd,<br>Dissolve - Above the sparkling flood<br>When Phoebus rears his awful brow,<br>From lengthening lawn and volley low<br>The troops of fen-born mists retire.<br>Along the plain<br>The joyous swain<br>Eyes the gay villages again,<br>And gold-illuminated spire<br>While on the billowy ether borne<br>Floats loose lay's jovial measure; <br>And light along the fairy Pleasure,<br>Her green robes glittering to the morn,<br>Wantons on silken wing. And goblins all<br>To the damp dungeon shrink, or hoary hall,<br>Or westward, with impetuous flight,<br>Shoot to the desert realms of their congenial Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. 1. <br>When first on Childhood's eager gaze<br>Life's varied landscape, stretch'd immense around,<br>Starts out of night profound,<br>Thy voice incites to tempt th' untrodden maze,<br>Fond he surveys thy mild maternal face,<br>His bashful eye still kindling as he views,<br>And, while thy lenient arm supports his pace,<br>With beating heart the upland path pursues?<br>The path that leads, where, hung sublime,<br>And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright<br>In fancy's rainbow ray, invite<br>His wingy nerves to climb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. 2. <br>Pursue thy pleasurable way,<br>Safe in the guidance of thy heavenly guard,<br>While melting airs are heard,<br>And soft-eyed cherub forms around thee play<br>Simplicity, in careless flowers array'd,<br>Prattling amusive in his accent meek;<br>And modesty, half turning as afraid,<br>The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek!<br>Content and Leisure, hand in hand<br>With innocence and Peace, advance, and sing<br>And Mirth, in many a mazy ring,<br>Frisks o'er the flowery land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. 3.<br>Frail man, how various is thy lot below!<br>To-day tho' gales propitious blow,<br>And Peace soft gliding down the sky<br>Lead Love along and Harmony,<br>To-morrow the gay scene deforms:<br>Then all around<br>The thunder's sound<br>Rolls rattling on through heaven's profound,<br>And down rush all the storms.<br>Ye days, that balmy influence shed,<br>When sweet Childhood, ever sprightly,<br>In paths of pleasure sported lightly,<br>Whither, ah whither are ye fled!<br>Ye cherub train, that brought him on his way,<br>O leave him not midst tumult and dismay;<br>For now youth's eminence he gains:<br>But what a weary length of lingering toil remains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. 1. <br>They shrink, they vanish into air,<br>Now slander taints with pestilence the gale;<br>And mingling cries assail,<br>The wail of Wo, and groan of grim Despair.<br>Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye<br>Darts quick destruction in each baleful glance;<br>Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy,<br>Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance;<br>Behold, amidst the dire array,<br>Pale wither'd Care his giant-stature rears,<br>And lo, his iron hand prepares<br>To grasp its feeble prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. 2.<br>Who now will guard bewilder'd youth<br>Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage!<br>Such war can Virtue wage,<br>Alas! full oft on Guilt's victorious car<br>The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne;<br>While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar<br>In lone obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn,<br>Resigns to tears her angel form.<br>Ill-fated youth, then whither wilt thou fly!<br>No friend, no shelter now is nigh,<br>And onward rolls the storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. 3.<br>But whence the sudden beam that shoots along?<br>Why shrink aghast the hostile throng?<br>Lo, from amidst Affliction's night,<br>Hope bursts all radiant on the sight;<br>Her words the troubled bosom sooth.<br>'Why thus dismay'd?<br>Though foes invade,<br>Hope ne'er is wanting to their aid,<br>'Tis I who smooth the rugged way,<br>I, who close the eyes of sorrow,<br>And with glad visions of to-morrow<br>Repair the weary soul's decay.<br>When Death's cold touch thrills to the freezing heart,<br>Dreams of heaven's opening glories I impart,<br>Till the freed spirit springs on high<br>In rapture too severe for weak mortality.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Beattie">James Beattie</a><div class=q>
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O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,
More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,
Left all night long to mourn
Where desolation frowns, and tempests howl;
And shrieks of wo, as intermits the storm,
Far o'er the monstrous wilderness resound,..."></div>
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