When Peace and Mercy, banished from the plain,
Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again;
All all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope, the charmer, lingered still behind.
Thus, while Elijah’s burning wheels prepare
From Carmel’s heights to sweep the fields of air.[3]
The prophet’s mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world—a sacred gift to man.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe;