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Hope: to the sunbeam stretch thy rosebud wreath,

And raise thy mild and all encheering eye,

Piercing beyond the dark domain of Death

To the bright confines of futurity.

Point thou the course of Glory: Valour rears

For her his veteran spear; her, Vengeance calls;

Bid her resume the deeds of former years,

And plant Britannia’s colours on those walls;

Then to this land returning Age shall pay.

Hope: ample tribute to thy guardian power,

And with true science graceful shall delay

Youth’s list’ning ear from Pleasure’s wanton bower;

Illume to acts of worth the manly train,

And bid, from thine and Fancy’s sacred strain,

New Wolfes in arms arise, and Essex live again;