Here you will find thePoemHopeof poet Thomas Campbell
At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? - 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
