Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!
Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.
But hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth Are children of one mother, even Love.
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