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Sonnet IV:

IV
 
One hope survives; but that, like the sole sun,
Covers my prospect with its fertile light
I envy none his many stars of night—
The various aims towards which his fancies run.
My lonely hope all nature lives upon.
The grasses glitter, and the flowers are bright,
Earth’s changing pageant is a gorgeous sight,
Her many contrasts harmonize in one,
Because the bounties that I trust in, pour,
With God’s full strength, unstinted as the fall
Of springtide showers, on me, on you, on all.
This is a hope whose daring wings out-soar
Fate’s swiftest shaft, o’erleap Time’s crumbling wall;
It is the hope of love: I ask no more.
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