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1840–1928

SONG OF HOPE

Thomas Hardy

O sweet To-morrow! - After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow.

Then let us borrow Hope, for a gleaming Soon will be streaming, Dimmed by no gray -

No gray! While the winds wing us Sighs from The Gone, Nearer to dawn

Minute-beats bring us; When there will sing us Larks of a glory Waiting our story

Further anon - Anon! Doff the black token, Don the red shoon,

Right and retune Viol-strings broken; Null the words spoken In speeches of rueing,

The night cloud is hueing, To-morrow shines soon - Shines soon!

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