FOR THE ENQUIRER.

 HOPE.
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FOR THE ENQUIRER.

 HOPE. Hope, strange, various Hope; on nothing i, lives, And is pamrered on shadows its imagery gives; Our past is enabitler'd, we know it beguiles, While we love its caresses, and cherish it's smiles When the henrt drnks its pleasures and clamors of

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 Enuce it's kind viri's of holy defence; Then, hope calmly sings its sweet syren to fear, And auehinsly whispe.s-no danger is near. When fe's troubles sit light onshe brow of the past, And the spirits of youth, too smiling to last, In their prodgal cheer, flow fragrant and light, ChI'd not by its cares nor dreading it's night ES Hope, exul,anf, and eager, cheers smlingly on, With it's visions of promise, and joys to be won; It's whispers have. .nIsc, that roams with the wind, Making things for !ife and playhng of mind. How madly we cherish this7meleor eleam, That lights, but a moment life's shadowy stream; Thus, makes it's dark surges more dismal appear, And mars the few pleasures that comfort us here. Whatever it's signal, 'tis the star oflifes night, That illumnes pathway, and charms by its light Ever painting fair pictures in the distance nfar, Till approaching we see wharphan.oms they are. Iris the smo ofihe seraph, that sghs here on earth To bend it's light piniUns to ,he home ofts birth; Iis the light that feeds virtue. it's last fainting ray Blendnetinto the sunlight of perpetual day.