Hope Poem by Friedrich Schiller
Hope
We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But 'The better' 's forever the word on the tongue.
At the threshold of life hope leads us in-
Hope plays round the mirthful boy;
Though the best of its charms may with youth begin,
Yet for age it reserves its toy.
Excellently written, full of depth and wisdom, perfect rhyme scheme.
At the threshold of life hope leads us in- Hope plays round the mirthful boy; Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy... . loved these lines. Beautiful poem.
Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy. Beautiful poem. Thanks poet for sharing it.
To that golden goal! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful! Wisdom expressed in a most eloquent poetic form.
Beautiful poem. 'At the threshold of life hope leads us in- Hope plays round the mirthful boy; Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy. '....is so nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Such a great poem full of hope.....