A VISION OF DESPAIR.
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For the sky still is starless, and leaden,
The murky mists hang like a pall—
The mists lie in folds like a pall;
And Despair, and Unrest, things that deaden
All hope, rule supreme over all—
And stalk thro' the gloom over all.
The murky mists hang like a pall—
The mists lie in folds like a pall;
And Despair, and Unrest, things that deaden
All hope, rule supreme over all—
And stalk thro' the gloom over all.
