SWEET is the murmur of this gentle stream
Beside whose mossy bank I weave my dream;
Sweet are its words: I hear it murmur, "Hope."
Sweet is the carol of yon joyous bird,
Beneath these waving branches faintly heard;
Sweet is the song: I hear him carol, "Hope."
Sweeter thy word, which honey-bees might sip! -
Sweet word that lingers on reluctant lip.
Sweet is thy word: thou too hast whispered, "Hope!"
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