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All hopes on me.
©THE GLADDEN SCRIBBLE.
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ALL HOPES ON ME:
Take, take away your dreadful sight, death
And let me for my lovers fight
Remit awhile the harsh stare
And let not her hope become my fear;
For she had nurtured in pain
And precognition apprised her of a bounty gain
Then, would she not dream such day?
When she would sit, sits in her wonted way
In a grand position and summons her lady
'bring for me from the fruits of labour, my lady;
' and check what needs replacement at home'
But her loather had chose to come,
In her crave and drive her hope to grave
Death had been wooed to take her love
And deny her of the boon she craved
Her music ceased! Her future feared;
But her hopes remains by grace
Of her creator and would retrace
My sins, oh! My dear sins
The world had held me too lean
And driven me to gloomy places
For this hope, her hope, her grace,
Had been dream of dearly three
And must die not, and remain free
From all hindrances and blockades of life
Yet i knew my sins, my grief
would condescend my hope and cease
Awhile my time, till my music rise
And the bell happily ding
To sway with my dear song;
For all hopes are on me
And yes! I must come to fame.


KA, VER DE BASE.