BETA

Lost Hope.

You cast to ground the hope which once was
mine ;
1
But did the while your harsh decree de
plore,
2
Embalming with sweet tears the vacant
shrine,
3
My heart, where Hope had been and was
no more.
4
So on an oaken sprout5
A goodly acorn grew ;6
But winds from heaven shook the acorn
out,
7
And filled the cup with dew.8