Bless'd hope, when Tempe takes her last long flight, <br />And leaves her lass-lorn lover to complain, <br />Like Luna mantling o'er the brow of night, <br />Thy glowing wing dispels the gloom of pain. <br /> <br />Yes, wondrous hope, when Tempe sails afar, <br />Thy vital lamp remains to burn behind, <br />While by-gone pleasure, like a setting star, <br />Rejects her glory o'er the twilight mind. <br /> <br />Thy glowing wing was never spread to tire, <br />Expanded o'er the mansion of the brave, <br />To fan and set the heaving breast on fire, <br />That soars in triumph from affliction's wave. <br /> <br />Then, Tempe, dart along the ocean drear, <br />Hope yet forbids my cheerful soul to weep, <br />But marks thy passage with affection's tear, <br />And hails thee on the bosom of the deep. <br /> <br />Farewell, since thou wilt leave thy native shore, <br />I smile to think I am not left alone; <br />Auspicious hope shall yet my peace restore, <br />When thou art from the beach forever gone.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-miss-tempe/
