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Hope the Hermit

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  • harveydodds
    I like to research rare songs and play them. This is probably a 19th century poem that was set to a 17th century song. Hope you like it. Once in a blithe
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 4, 2004
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      I like to research rare songs and play them. This is probably
      a 19th century poem that was set to a 17th century song. Hope you
      like it.

      Once in a blithe greenwood
      lived a hermit wise and good
      when the folks from far and near for his counsel sought
      knowing well that what he tought The dreariest of hearts would cheer
      Though his hair was white his eye was clear and bright
      and he thus was ever wont to say.
      Tho to care we are born
      Yet the dullest morn
      Often heralds in the fairest day

      The very longest lane
      has a turning, it is plain
      E'en the blackest clouds will fly:
      And what can't be cur'd
      must with patience be endur'd
      As cheaply can we laugh as cry"
      And the people gaz'd
      at words so deep amaz'd
      While the sage went on to say
      Though to care we are born
      Yet the dullest morn
      Often heralds in the fairest day!

      Pray, is the hermit dead?
      From the forest has he fled?
      No, he lives to counsel all.
      Who an ear will lend
      to their wisest, truest friend
      and Hope the hermit's name they call;
      Still he sits, I ween
      Mid branches ever green
      And cheerly you may hear him say
      " though to care we are born
      Yet the dullest morn
      Often heralds in the fairest day.
      Though to care we are born
      Yet the dullest morn
      Often heralds in the fairest day !


      POEM BY JOHN OXENFORD
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