HOPE.

PROM rHs GERMAN OF SCHILLER.
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FROM rHs GERMAN OF SCHILLER.
How many there are who sing and dream


OF happier seasons coming,
And ever is fancy, to catch the beam


OF a Golden Era, roaming!
The world may grow old, and young again
And the hope of a better shall still remain.
Hope comes with life at its dawning hour;


Hope sports with the infant creeper;
Hope cheers up the youth, with her magic power ;


And when, too, the gray-haired weePes
Has closed in the grave his weary rouoo,
He plants the tree Of hope on the mouna'
Il is not an empty, vain deceit,


In the brains of fools created;
1t speaks to the soul Of a state moro meet


Where its long;ngs shall all be sated.
And the promise the indwelling voice thus makes
To the hoping soul---i: never breaks. h. GATES.
8pa,lo. n 7. Democratic Review.