Edwin Ransford: In the Days when we went Gypsying.
Speak gently! 't is a little thing
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.
Hope tells a flattering tale,[683:1]
Delusive, vain, and hollow.
Ah! let not hope prevail,
Lest disappointment follow.