From this hour the pledge is given, <br />From this hour my soul is thine: <br />Come what will, from earth of heaven, <br />Weal or woe, thy fate be mine. <br />When the proud and great stood by thee, <br />None dared thy rights to spurn; <br />And if now they're false and fly thee, <br />Shall I, too, falsely turn? <br />No; - whate'er the fire that try thee, <br />In the same this heart shall burn. <br /> <br />Though the sea, where thou embarkest, <br />Offers now no friendly shore, <br />Light may come where all looks darkest, <br />Hope hath life, when life seems o'er. <br />And of those past ages dreaming, <br />When glory deck'd thy brow, <br />Oft I fondly think, though seeming <br />So fallen and clouded now, <br />Thou'lt again break forth, all beaming - <br />None so bright, so blest as thou!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-this-hour-the-pledge-is-given-2/
