Text: | Early Hopes. |
Translator: | Joseph Morris |
In the morning I expected,
That I should long, long ere now,
All my eager foes have conquered,
That a crown should grace my brow
War and tumult,
Still distress my wearied ears.
In an agony of longing,
I await the signal day,
When my fetters shall be broken,
When from earth I fly away;
And for tumults,
Hear alone the songs of heaven.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | In the morning I expected |
Title: | Early Hopes. |
Translator: | Joseph Morris (1854) |
Meter: | 8,7,8,7,4,7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1854 |