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