IN life's young morn, with buds and flowers, Hope, smiling nymph, appears, And sings, to charm our opening hours, A thousand siren airs. And though her fairy buds decay, And soon her flow'rets fall; She lures us on from day to day, With strains that never pall. She hovers o'er the darkest cloud That life's sad pathway shades, And e'en when tempests rage most loud, Her voice the storm pervades. She lights our gloom -- she soothes our care -- She bids our fears depart, Transforms to gems each grief-fraught tear, And binds the broken heart. She glances o'er us from above, The brightest star that's given, And guides us still through faith and love, To endless peace in Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY'S SHOES by WILLIAM COX BENNETT AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD MOONLIGHT by SERENA COBIA BAILEY |