OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes. <br />How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn? <br />For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose, <br />And clear my painful path of pointed thorn? <br />Ah, come sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest, <br />Like the young hours that lead the tender year, <br />Enchantress, come! and charm my cares to rest:-- <br />Alas! the flatterer flies, and will not hear! <br />A prey to fear, anxiety, and pain, <br />Must I a sad existence still deplore <br />Lo!--the flowers fade, but all the thorns remain, <br />'For me the vernal garland blooms no more.' <br />Come then, 'pale Misery's love!' be thou my cure, <br />And I will bless thee, who though slow art sure.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-to-hope/
