William Wilfred Campbell Hope Poems

  • 1.
    1 Trim the sails the weird stars underĂ¢??
    2 Past the iron hail and thunder,
    3 Past the mystery and the wonder,
    4 Sails our fated bark;
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  • 2.
    THEY lingered on the middle heights
    Betwixt the brown earth and the heaven;
    They whispered, 'We are not the night's,
    But pallid children of the even.'
    ...
  • 3.
    Soft fall the February snows, and soft
    Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
    For never more, by wood or field or croft,
    Will he we knew walk with his loved again;
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  • 4.
    MASTER of life, the day is done;
    My sun of life is sinking low;
    I watch the hours slip one by one
    And hark the night-wind and the snow.
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  • 5.
    ENGLAND, England, England,
    Girdled by ocean and skies,
    And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
    And a hope that never dies.
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  • 6.
    Not unto endless dark do we go down,
    Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea,
    Yet my fond heart would throb eternal nay.
    Night, prophet of morning, wears her starry crown,
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  • 7.
    Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
    Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.
    Retreating from the truth, his hawk-eyes scan
    The platforms of all public thought for place.
    ...
  • 8.
    SEASON of life's renewal, love's rebirth,
    And all hope's young espousals; in your dream,
    I feel once more the ancient stirrings of Earth.

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Total 8 Hope Poems by William Wilfred Campbell

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