And seeking still to light the gloom below,
As Hope,—even when the darkness comes, and Joy
Hath fled,—to cheer the heart, still lingering, smiles:
And when it goes,—ah! no, it ne'er all goes:—
The sunbeam fades, a moment, and its light,
All shed, dies still-born, swiftly shone and o'er;
But Hope, blest Hope, ev'n when it seems away,
Is near, evermore near, it cannot live
Apart, 'tis wedded to the soul for aye,—
God joined them twain, and nought can sunder them,—