Brother of fear, more gaily clad!
The merrier fool o' th' two, yet quite as mad:
Sire of repentance! child of fond desire!
That blow'st the chymics' and the lovers' fire:
Leading them still insensibly on
By the strange witchcraft of "anon!"
By thee the one does changing nature, through
Her endless labyrinths, pursue;
And th' other chases woman, while she goes
More ways and turns than hunted nature knows.
Cowley.

Thus, through what path soe'er of life we rove,
Rage companies our hate, and grief our love.
Vex'd with the present moment's heavy gloom,
Why seek we brightness from the years to come?

Disturb'd and broken like a sick man's sleep,
Our troubled thoughts to distant prospects leap,
Desirous still what flies us to o'ertake,
For hope is but the dream of those that wake.
Prior's Soloman.

Hope with a goodly prospect feeds the eye,
Shows from a rising ground possession nigh;
Shortens the distance, or o'erlooks it quite:
So easy 't is to travel with the sight.

Dryden. A beam of comfort, like the moon through clouds, Gilds the black horror, and directs my way. Dryden's Love Triumphant.

Hope, the glad ray, glanc'd from eternal good,
That life enlivens, and exalts its powers,
With views of fortune.

Thomson's Liberty.

Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here;
Passions of prouder name befriend us less.
Joy has her tears; and transport has her death.
Hope, like a cordial, innocent tho' strong,
Man's heart at once inspirits, and serenes;
Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys;
"Tis all our present state can safely bear,
Health to the frame, and vigour to the mind!
A joy attemper'd! a chastis'd delight!
Like the fair summer ev'ning, mild and sweet!
'Tis man's full cup; his paradise below!
Young's Night Thoughts

Hope, eager hope, th' assassin of our joy,
All present blessings treading under foot,
Is scarce a milder tyrant than despair.

Young's Night Thoughts.
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar
Wait the great teacher, death; and God adore;
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be, blest:
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Multiplying wishes is a curse,
That keeps the mind perpetually awake.

Know then whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too.
Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel
Is hope the balm and life-blood of the soul;
It pleases and it lasts. Indulgent heaven
Sent down the kind delusion, through the paths
Of rugged life to lead us patient on;
And make our happiest state no tedious thing.
Our greatest good, and what we can least spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.

Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health.

The wretch condemn'd with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;

And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;

And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

Goldsmith.

Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe:
Won by their sweets, in nature's languid hour,
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower;
There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring!
What viewless forms th' Eolian organ play,
And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought
away!
Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.
Congenial hope! thy passion-kindling power,
How bright, how strong, in youth's untroubled
hour! Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.

Propitious power! when rankling cares annoy
The sacred home of hymenean joy;
When doom'd to poverty's sequester'd dell,
The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell,
Unpitied by the world, unknown to fame,
Their woes, their wishes, and their hearts the

same:

Oh, then, prophetic hope! thy smile bestow, And chase the pangs that worth should never know. Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.

Eternal hope! when yonder spheres sublime
Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of time,
Thy joyous youth began - but not to fade,
When all the sister planets have decay'd;
When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow,
And heav'n's last thunder shakes the world below;
Thou, undismay'd, shalt o'er the ruins smile,
And light thy torch at nature's funeral pile!

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.

Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn,
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return!
Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour!
Oh! then thy kingdom comes! immortal power!
What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly
The quivering lip, pale chcek, and closing eye!
Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey
The morning dream of life's eternal day —
Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin!
And all the phoenix spirit burns within!

Like love and friendship, these, a comely pair, What's done by one, the other has a share: When heat is felt, we judge that fire is near, Hope's twilight comes- -faith's day will soon

appear.

Thus when the Christian's contest doth begin, Hope fights with doubts, till faith's reserves come in. Hope comes desiring and expects relief;

Faith follows, and peace springs from firm belief.
Hope balances occurrences of time;

Faith will not stop till it has reach'd the prime.
Just like co-partners in joint stock of trade,
What one contracts is by the other paid.
Make use of hope thy labouring soul to cheer,
Faith shall be giv'n, if thou wilt persevere.
We see all things alike with either eye,
So faith and hope the self-same object spy.
But what is hope? or where or how begun?
It comes from God, as light comes from the sun.
Thomas Hogg.
Hopes, what are they? Beads of morning,

Strung on slender blades of grass;

Or a spider's web adorning

In a strait and treacherous pass.

Hope rules a land for ever green;

I saw young Harry with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd.
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury.
And vaulted with such ease into his scat.

As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship
Shaks. Henry IV. Part!

As seamen ride with all their force,
And tug as if they row'd the horse,
And when the hackney sails most swift,
Believe they lag, or run adrift.

Butler's Hudibras.
The beast was sturdy, large, and tall,
With mouth of meal, and eyes of wall,
I would sav eye, for h' had but one.
As most agree; the' some say none

Butler's Hudibras