Walter M. Lindsay


My Hope

by Walter M. Lindsay

Shall I reveal to thee my hope?
It is that I may be
Soon conscious of thy maiden love:
Then shall the darkened sea
Break glorious on the coasts of earth, --
The freighted argosy
Shall spread its sails unto the wind,
And leave the barren past behind.

Perhaps to me the future wears
A hue more bright than may
Adorn it, when the sun shall look
Upon the noon of day;
But, to my hope, a golden orb
Seems shining on the way,
Undimmed by all the clouds which lie
Thick strown beneath the morning sky.


Copyright 1856
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