Hope

When stranded on some desart coast, Where hungry tygers roar, The Sailor hopes—though all is lost, To reach his native shore.

The Captive in some prison drear, Opprest with grief and pain, Still fondly hopes, the coming year, His freedom to retain.

The Lover, wretched and forlorn, Who now dejected roves, Yet hopes, on some auspicious morn, To gain the Maid he loves.

Thus Hope, thro'life, enchanting pow'r! Enlivens ev'ry breast; And ev'n in Death's terrific hour, Beguiles the soul to rest.