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HOPE ALONE SUPPORTS HIM IN HIS MISERY.
Hard heart and cold, a stern will past belief, / In angel form of gentle sweet allure; / If thus her practised rigour long endure, / O'er me her triumph will be poor and brief.
For when or spring, or die, flower, herb, and leaf.
When day is brightest, night when most obscure, / Alway I weep. Great cause from Fortune sure, / From Love and Laura have I for my grief.
I live in hope alone, remembering still / How by long fall of small drops I have seen / Marble and solid stone that worn have been.
No heart there is so hard, so cold no will, / By true tears, fervent prayers, and faithful love / That will not deign at length to melt and move.
MACGREGOR.