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. Italy
2. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
3. From the Latin of Vida
4. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton
5. The Traveller

Mathilde Blind Hope ("All treasures of the earth and opulent seas")

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