poem about hope

Fresh and sweet smelt the morn,
With its silver charm and warmth;
Kindled by love so tendered and sought;
Of the snowy blossoms around.

Autumn does bring with it charm,
Of the naked trees and the roaring wind;
To the fluttering of the tiny wings;
Which find it all life in air.

Spring does bring with it charm,
With the lark brightening the day;
Chirping that immortal tune so low;
Making known its love to eternal skies.
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O, ye droopy sun,
Whence wilt thou shine;
Whence whither the gloom;
Thy shadow hath cast.

Why beyond all goodness,
Thou cast a cloudy smirk;
Why thou chuckle with glee;
At nature's dull display.

Why enjoy the chilly morn,
Whence man draped in sin;
Shalt long for thine rays;
To enlighten their burdened hearts.
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