Hope Poem by Joseph Addison
Hope
Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,
May still grow white and shine with happier hours.
So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains
Of rushing torrents and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and as it runs refines,
till by degrees the floating mirror shines;
Reflects each flower that on the border grows,
And a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows.
Lovely poem. Enjoyed the imagery and the rhythm. Great piece to smooth the mind.
This poem so enchanting to read and feel every lines and words. Wonderful
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Rereading this is very rewarding! I have enjoyed very much!
Reflects each flower that on the border grows, And a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows.Congratulations being the Classic Poem Of The Day! Beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/27/2023 5:13:04 PM # 1.0.0.1115
Well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.