LOVE, HOPE, AND BEAUTY.

LOVE may be increased with fears,

May be fanned with sighs,

Nurst by fancies, fed by doubts;

But without Hope it dies!

As in the far Indian isles

Dies the young cocoa-tree,

Unless within the pleasant shade

Of the parent plant it be:

So Love may spring up at first,

Lighted at Beauty's eyes;--

But Beauty is not all its life,

For without Hope it dies.