Hope was but a timid friend- She sat without my grated den Watching how my fate would tend Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear. Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there And she turned her face away! Like a false guard false watch keeping Still in strife she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping, If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting. When my last joys strewed the ground Even sorrow saw repenting Those sad relics scattered round; Hope - whose whisper would have given Balm to all that frenzied pain - Stretched her wings and soared to heaven; Went- and ne`er returned again!SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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