POETRY. 
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Horr. 
For the Bee. 
Hope’s a cordial hourly wanted, 
And by indulgent Heav’n granted 
To comfort us in ev’ery scene 
The cradle and the grave between. 
No harm befalleth mind or body, 
But as a friend, hope’s ever ready. 
Loath, very loath to give denial, 
Ts a support in evy’ry trial. 
While here on earth, such our condition, 
Hope gives ev’n more than does fruition. 
If we’re with poverty distrest, 
Hope says “ our wants may be redrest,”” 
If for an absent friend we mourn, 
Hope whispers, “‘ he may soon return ;” . 
And when impending dangers brave, 
* Hope says “ the pow: rs above will save’’. 
When pain and sicknefs sore deprefs, 
Hope is a med’cine in distrefs. 
Hopes of returning health and ease, 
Somewhat alleviate disease. 
Life without hope would torpid be, 
This world a world ot misery ; 
Activity and means would cease, 
And dull stagnation would take place. 
What man would work for daily bread; 
Did he not- hope thereon to feed ? 
Sure none would industry pursue, 
If hope had no reward in view. 
But hope excites and animates 
To what to use or blifs relates. 
*Tis this sets all the world a-work, 
Heathen, Christian, Jew, and Turk. 
The hufbandman doth plough and sow, 
_ Hoping a fertile crop will grow. d 
The workman plods, he labours hard, 
Hope stithulates, looks for reward. 
How many thousands sailthe main, 
Riches in hopes thereby to gain? 
The soldier fights, he storms the town, 
Hoping for vict’ry and renown. 
Hope’s influence let us now pursue, 
As seen ina religious view. 
‘What sufferings did good men endure, 
For conscience sake, religion pure ? 
Hoping that in the world unseen, 
All those who here have virtuous been 
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