There is a star that cheers our way Along this dreary world of wo, That tips with light the waves of life, However bitterly they flow. 'Tis Hope! 'tis Hope! that blessed star: Which peers through Misery's darkest cloud; And only sets where Death has brought The pall, the tombstone, and the shroud. But, ah! to look upon the dead, And know they ne'er can wake again; To lose the one we love the best: Oh! God! it sears the breast and brain. Then, then, the human heart will groan, And pine beneath the stroke of Fate; 'Twill break, to find itself alone, A thing all sad and desolate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON CRITICS; IN IMITATION OF ANACREON by MATTHEW PRIOR THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |