Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
Thomas Campbell
Hope
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
Thomas Campbell
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.