... n»y treasures be e'er glow with Hope elate, 'Twill check my pride to gaze thee. And if presumptuous hopes will rise Tit meet despair those hopes should sear; Could we our wishes realize, Our only Heaven would be here Then welcome is this vacant page, It bids at once each hope still; My feelings now more can wage Unequal conflict with my will. Farewell, poor Hope! thy parting ray Beams peace ...