They rambled on o'er vale and hill, For climate or for weather? All scenes to them were bright and fair, Sometimes they turn'd aside to bless On Beauty's quiet slumbers. "Fly on," said Wisdom, with cold sneers; They met stern Danger in their way, Before him kings had quaked that day, But he was robed in such a cloud, As Love and Hope came near him, That though he thundered long and loud, They did not see or hear him. A gray-beard join'd them, Time by name; And Love was nearly crazy, To find that he was very lame, And also very lazy: Hope, as he listen'd to her tale, Tied wings upon his jacket; And then they far outran the mail, And far outsail'd the packet. HOPE AND LOVE. And so, when they had safely pass'd "I leave you here," quoth Father Time, As hoarse as any raven; And Love kneel'd down to spell the rhyme But Hope look'd onward, calmly brave, We're parted on this side the grave, We'll meet upon the other." |