Hope

Joseph Rodman Drake

See through yon cloud that rolls in wrath, 
One little star benignant peep, 
To light along their trackless path 
The wanderers of the stormy deep. 
 
And thus, oh Hope! thy lovely form 
In sorrow's gloomy night shall be 
The sun that looks through cloud and storm 
Upon a dark and moonless sea. 
 
When heaven is all serene and fair, 
Full many a brighter gem we meet; 
'Tis when the tempest hovers there, 
Thy beam is most divinely sweet. 
 
The rainbow, when the sun declines, 
Like faithless friend will disappear; 
Thy light, dear star! more brightly shines 
When all is wail and weeping here. 
 
And though Aurora's stealing beam 
May wake a morning of delight, 
'Tis only thy consoling beam 
Will smile amid affliction's night.

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