| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude Epochs vi. Hope | | By Emma Lazarus (18491887) |
| | | HER languid pulses thrill with sudden hope, | |
| That will not be forgot nor cast aside, | |
| And life in statelier vistas seems to ope, | |
| Illimitably lofty, long, and wide. | |
| What doth she know? She is subdued and mild, | 5 |
| Quiet and docile as a weanèd child. | | | | |
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