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The Instinct Of Hope

By John Clare

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Is there another world for this frail dust     To warm with life and be itself again?     Something about me daily speaks there must,     And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?     'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,     And everything seems struggling to explain     The close sealed volume of its mystery.     Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace     As seeming anxious of eternity,     To meet that calm and find a resting place.     E'en the small violet feels a future power     And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,     And surely man is no inferior flower     To die unworthy of a second spring?

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John Clare (1793–1864) was an English poet known as the "peasant poet" for his humble origins. His nature poetry—including "I Am" and "Badger"—captures the English countryside with extraordinary precision and emotional honesty, and he is now recognized as one of the finest nature poets in the language.

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