

On optimismI am not a fluent man My tongue, quite unsilvered Carries few feelings from me (Though I flatter myself That some small talent I have In verses strict metered or free)On optimism
Thus when I hear another Speak of a future so cold and bleak Of visions foreboding and a future so ugly, I can only look to the past And find hope in the world around me And to those who always speak ill, I can say but 'I disagree.'