This page has been validated.
DESPONDENCY
Racked by care and pain and anguish, In what utter woe I languish! Fruitless all the seed I've sown, Every project overthrown, Sport of ever-adverse fate, Helpless, hopeless, desolate! Wherefore do I linger here, Naught to hope for, all to fear? Disarmed, defeated, comfort gone, Why await another dawn?
Courage then and end thy woe. . . . Cease, my soul, to murmur so: Patience, fortitude, endurance, In the end shall bring assurance Of a blest surcease from pain, Hope its empire shall regain: Victorious over pain and strife I shall joy again in life, Or at worst time's tireless flight Soon shall sink my noon in night.
76
