What rights are those that dare not resist for them? - Alfred Tennyson

Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...

I have led her home, my love, my
only friend.
There is none like her, none,
And never yet so warmly ran my
blood,
And sweetly, on and on
Calming itself to the long-wished for
end,
Full to the banks, close on the prom-
ised good.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies