ODE TO HOPE 365
- ' Ask for my tongue." " Nay, now, excuse ! For know,
Thy chiefest charm I in thy silence see ;
Speech had dispersed thy lovers long ago ; Full half the world have cause to envy thee.
" Rejoice, then, in thy silence, and excuse
Thine author, since one greater lack remains :
The man was wise who did a tongue refuse. Where he had been so niggardly of brains." ^^
��ODE TO HOPE.
Daughter of Joy ! If she who grasped thy wings.
Lest thou to Heaven shouldst 'scape from that dark den
Whence sped o'er earth such hosts of hateful things, No other service may have done for men,
Still were it right that frail Pandora's name
Should be immortal on the rolls of Fame,
Since her blest gift to man all others puts to shame.
And, if my mind the unjust decree of Fate Condemns, that caged a spirit born to aspire,
And doomed thee long to herd in loathsome state With Sin and Sorrow, may it more admire
That worth whose loss filled those sad sprites with dread !
Hell was half happy till it deemed thee dead.
Nor wholly hateful grew till thou for aye hadst fled.
O blessed spirit, that canst spotless live In the same house with Evil ! Hating not.
Pitying whom Charity can scarce forgive, And cheering those thy sisters had forgot,
Thou in the worst some germs of good wilt see ;
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