document.write("When by my solitary hearth I sit,<br />And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;<br />When no fair dreams before my \\\"mind\\\'s eye\\\" flit,<br />And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;<br />Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,<br />And wave thy silver pinions o\\\'er my head!<br /><br />Whene\\\'er I wander, at the fall of night,<br />Where woven boughs shut out the moon\\\'s bright ray,<br />Should sad Despondency my musings fright,<br />And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,<br />Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,<br />And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!<br /><br />Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,<br />Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;<br />When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,<br />Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:<br />Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,<br />And fright him as the morning frightens night!<br /><br />Whene\\\'er the fate of those I hold most dear<br />Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,<br />O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;<br />Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:<br />Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,<br />And wave thy silver pinions o\\\'er my head!<br /><br />Should e\\\'er unhappy love my bosom pain,<br />From cruel parents, or relentless fair;<br />O let me think it is not quite in vain<br />To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!<br />Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,<br />And wave thy silver pinions o\\\'er my head!<br /><br />In the long vista of the years to roll,<br />Let me not see our country\\\'s honour fade:<br />O let me see our land retain her soul,<br />Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom\\\'s shade.<br />From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed---<br />Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!<br /><br />Let me not see the patriot\\\'s high bequest,<br />Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!<br />With the base purple of a court oppress\\\'d,<br />Bowing her head, and ready to expire:<br />But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings<br />That fill the skies with silver glitterings!<br /><br />And as, in sparkling majesty, a star<br />Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;<br />Brightening the half veil\\\'d face of heaven afar:<br />So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,<br />Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,<br />Waving thy silver pinions o\\\'er my head!");