With thee, sweet Hope (John Frederick Bridge)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-03-05). Score information: A4, 17 pages, 429 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1880 The Orpheus (New series) no.31
Original text and translations
With thee, sweet Hope ! resides the heavenly light
That pours remotest rapture on the sight:
Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way,
That calls each slumbering passion into play.
Waked by thy touch, I see the sister band,
On tiptoe watching, start at thy command,
And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer,
To pleasure's path, or glory's bright career.
Primeval Hope , the Aonian Muses say,
When Man and Nature mourned their first decay;
When every form of death, and every woe,
Shot from malignant stars to earth below;
When Murder bared his arm, and rampant War
Yoked the red dragons of her iron car;
When Peace and Mercy, banished from the plain,
Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope , the charmer, lingered still behind.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe:
Won by their sweets, in Nature's languid hour
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower;
There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring!
What viewless forms th'Aeolian organ play,
And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away!