Hope, like the gleaming taper

In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs-and God has given my share- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down.

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.