March 14

THEN sound again the golden horn with promise ever new,

The princely doe will ne'er be caught by those that slack pursue,—

Yes! sound again the horn of Hope, the golden horn!

Answer it, flutes and pipes, from valleys still and lorn;

Warders from your high towers, with trumps of silver scorn,

And harps in maidens' bowers, with strings from deep hearts torn,

ANON. All answer to the horn of Hope, the golden horn!

HOPE