DESPAIR
I stood upon the brink
Of silent, mute Despair;
No Future could I see,
But one of mystery
And never ceasing care.
The Past's sweet tender thoughts
Then flitted like a dream
Before my aching eyes.
This rush of memories
So made my bosom heave
With untold, stiffled sighs,
Regrets, that Life forsooth
Is constant hope impaired,
With e'er a cross to bear.
Of silent, mute Despair;
No Future could I see,
But one of mystery
And never ceasing care.
The Past's sweet tender thoughts
Then flitted like a dream
Before my aching eyes.
This rush of memories
So made my bosom heave
With untold, stiffled sighs,
Regrets, that Life forsooth
Is constant hope impaired,
With e'er a cross to bear.
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