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/ Tis borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour; / It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower, -- / An infinite essence from tropic to pole, / The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul.
/ Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower, / And loosens the fetters of pride and of power; / It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain, / To beautify, bless, and make joyful again.
/ The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time; / A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine; / The God-given mandate that speaks from above, -- / No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love.