Hope still can please midst scenes of deep distress,
Can change the mourning to a fancy dress,
Can tread through brake, through thicket, and through thorn,
Without a mantle, or a garment torn.
What though the Palace in our distant view
The erring guide may ne'er conduct us to;
The potent spell shall shed its mists around
And mimic views swim o'er the fairy ground;
Stealing from thought the disappointment past,
By prospects opening fairer than the last;
O kind deceiver! do thou still deceive,
And teach this heart most firmly to believe!