104 LANGUAGE AND 
I am resigned. In holy hope and trust 
I wait the coming of a brighter day ; 
And though but thorns, and rocks, and scorching dust, 
Lie all along my melancholy way, 
let with a fervent heart and willing mind, 
I can look up and say, / am resigned ! 
HAWTHORN. 
Crataegus . Class 12 ; Order 2. 
HOPE. 
Hope on, hope ever, 
Dark o’er us now the clouds of grief are brooding, 
Hoarsely the streamlets murmur at our feet ; 
Bright birds of song, our eager grasp eluding, 
Far from our tree of love and life retreat. 
But oh ! not yet, my gentle friend, shall leave us 
The fervent hope of sunshine and of joy; 
And whatsoe’er of wrong may come to grieve us, 
Let there be one thing grief can ne’er destroy— 
Hope on, hope ever ! 
If the rose is the favorite of poets of all na¬ 
tions, this delicious emblem of lifelong hope is 
the especial darling of British bards; there 
is not a country in all Europe where the 
