Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

Hope

To the last moment of his breath 
	On Hope the wretch relies, 
And even the pang preceding death 
	Bids Expectation rise.

Hope like the gleaming taper’s light
	Adorns and cheers our way, 
And still as darker grows the night
	Emits a brighter ray.

1. An Author's Bedchamber
2. Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer”
3. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
4. On the Death of the Right Hounourable
5. From the Latin of Vida

William Cowper Hope ("Ask what is human life -- the sage replies")

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