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Hope
(1672-1719 / England)

Hope

Poem By Joseph Addison

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.

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A good classic one, a little backplay
A beautifully sensitive poem of Nature!
Beautiful! So, nobody should despair! A great poem of the day!
Hope for new heaven a beautiful poem has been inscribed by Joseph Addison.
Woes will turn into happier hours bringing heaven bright for all to breathe better! nice one read on!
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