Hope And Despair

Said God, "You sisters, ere ye go
Down among men, my work to do,
I will on each a badge bestow:
Hope I love best, and gold for her,
Yet a silver glory for Despair,
For she is my angel too."

Then like a queen, Despair
Put on the stars to wear.
But Hope took ears of corn, and round
Her temples in a wreath them bound.
Which think ye lookt the more fair?

Lascelles Abercrombie

Lascelles Abercrombie, born on January 9, 1881, was an influential English poet and literary critic, part of the group known as the Dymock poets. Renowned for his dramatic verse and contribution to early 20th-century literature, he published several collections, including 'Interludes and Poems.' Abercrombie's work often explored themes of individual struggle and philosophical inquiry. He passed away on October 27, 1938, leaving behind a legacy that continues to be studied in English literature.

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When by my solitary hearth I sit,
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That each enthusiast wish was dead,
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As dressed in fairer, brighter flowers, -

The vermeil tinted flowers that blossom;
Are frozen but to bud anew,
Then sweet deceiver calm my bosom,
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Yet true they are, - and I'll believe,
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Hope is the shadowy essence of a wish,
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    We clutch the shadow which elusive, flies;
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Hope still pursues and soothes realities.

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In the foul dungeon or the narrow cell,
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Thou Cherub fair! in whose blue, sparkling eye
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Men talk and dream of better days
Of a golden time to come;
Toward a happy and shining goal
They run with a ceaseless hum.
The world grows old and grows young again,
Still hope of the better is bright to men.

Hope leads us in at the gate of life;
She crowns the boyish head;
Her bright lamp lures the stalwart youth,
Nor burns out with the gray-haired dead;
For the grave closes over his trouble and care,
But see on the grave Hope is planted there!

'Tis not an empty and flattering deceit,
Begot in a foolish brain;
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They cannot deceive the hoping soul.

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