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 1	HOPE 

  	'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;
 3	It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower, — 
  	An infinite essence from tropic to pole,
  	The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. 

 6	Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,
  	And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;
  	It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,
 9	To beautify, bless, and make joyful again. 

  	The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time;
  	A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;
12	The God-given mandate that speaks from above, — 
  	No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.