Oliver Goldsmith on Hope

“Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.”

“The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise.”

“In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs—and God has given my share— I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down.”