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[  7    ] SONNET VI. TO HOPE. H, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes! How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn? For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,
 * And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?

Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest,
 * Like the young hours that lead the tender year;

Enchantress, come! and charm my cares to rest:­--
 * Alas! the flatterer flies, and will not hear!

A prey to fear, anxiety, and pain,
 * Must I a sad existence still deplore;

Lo! -- the flowers fade, but all the thorns remain,
 * (f)'For me the vernal garland blooms no more.'

Come then, (g) 'pale Misery's love!' be thou my cure, And I will bless thee, who tho' flow art sure. SONNET