Poems (Botta)/To - (4)
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TO .
Give me but the energy, That guides thy dauntless will;Give me but thy ardent hope, That no reverse can chill;
Thy buoyant soul, that on life’s sea, No billows can o’erwhelm,When Faith sits smiling through the clouds, And Reason holds the helm;
Give me these qualities of thine, In such a meet alliance,And I, like thee, upon the fates Will smile a calm defiance.