When I was a little boy, <br />I followed hope and slighted joy. <br />Now my wit has larger scope, <br />I clutch at joy and heed not hope. <br /> <br />At least that doctrine I profess, <br />For there I know lies happiness; <br />But hope, for all the shifts I try, <br />Will be my sovereign till I die.<br /><br />Gamaliel Bradford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-565/
