Remember Thee - Free Audiobook

HOPE COMES AGAIN.

Hope comes again, to this heart long a stranger,
  Once more she sings me her flattering strain;
But hush, gentle syren—for, ah, there's less danger
  In still suffering on, than in hoping again.

Long, long, in sorrow, too deep for repining,
  Gloomy, but tranquil, this bosom hath lain:
And joy coming now, like a sudden light shining
  O'er eyelids long darkened, would bring me but pain.

Fly then, ye visions, that Hope would shed o'er me;
  Lost to the future, my sole chance of rest
Now lies not in dreaming of bliss that's before me.
  But, ah—in forgetting how once I was blest.