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Poem by Joseph Addison


Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,
May still grow white and shine with happier hours.
So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains
Of rushing torrents and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and as it runs refines,
till by degrees the floating mirror shines;
Reflects each flower that on the border grows,
And a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows. 

Joseph Addison

Joseph Addison's other poems:
  1. To Sir Godfrey Kneller, on his Picture of the King
  2. To an Ill-Favored Lady
  3. To a Capricious Friend
  4. An Ode for St. Cecilia's Day
  5. The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Oliver Goldsmith Hope ("To the last moment of his breath")
  • Emily Brontë Hope ("Hope was but a timid friend")
  • George Herbert Hope ("I gave to Hope a watch of mine: but he")
  • Charlotte Smith Hope ("Parody on Lord Strangford's")
  • Joseph Drake Hope ("See through yon cloud that rolls in wrath")

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