Hope by Anne Kingsmill Finch — Deep Poetry Lines

"On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray'd,) Stood resolving to banish all Sense of the Pain,"

"Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so his Neighbours Hay, That at the Inn he might no"

"How gayly is at first begun Our Life's uncertain Race! Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, With which we just set out to run Enlightens all the Pla"

"Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And thus our Expectations to destroy, Raising a Gr"

"‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere?"

"I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones"