HOPES what are they?--Beads of morning
Strung on slender blades of grass;
Or a spider's web adorning
In a strait and treacherous pass.
What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not;
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot!
What is glory?--in the socket
See how dying tapers fare! 10
What is pride?--a whizzing rocket
That would emulate a star.
What is friendship?--do not trust her,
Nor the vows which she has made;
Diamonds dart their brightest lustre
From a palsy-shaken head.
What is truth?--a staff rejected;
Duty?--an unwelcome clog;
Joy?--a moon by fits reflected
In a swamp or watery bog; 20
Bright, as if through ether steering,
To the Traveller's eye it shone:
He hath hailed it re-appearing--
And as quickly it is gone;
Such is Joy--as quickly hidden,
Or mis-shapen to the sight,
And by sullen weeds forbidden
To resume its native light.
What is youth?--a dancing billow,
(Winds behind, and rocks before!) 30
Age?--a drooping, tottering willow
On a flat and lazy shore.
What is peace?--when pain is over,
And love ceases to rebel,
Let the last faint sigh discover
That precedes the passing knell!