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NOUGHT
Hope and fear are nought to me,—
Even despair outwears its sting;
Fear is whelm'd in certainty,—
Hope, far from me wandering,
Rests where Love may be:
Sorrow sleepeth at my side,
Like the veil'd corse of a bride,—
Ever calmly smileth she:
Earthly hope is not for me.—
Woe is me!
Even despair outwears its sting;
Fear is whelm'd in certainty,—
Hope, far from me wandering,
Rests where Love may be:
Sorrow sleepeth at my side,
Like the veil'd corse of a bride,—
Ever calmly smileth she:
Earthly hope is not for me.—
Woe is me!
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Hope and fear are nought to me,
Throned o'er Time and Circumstance
In desolation's majesty;
Evil-tiding and Mischance
Dare not look on Me.
O'er the world the pilgrim fareth;
To the grave Love's cross he beareth:
Pity clingeth tearfully.
Hope and fear are nought to me:
Woe is me!
Throned o'er Time and Circumstance
In desolation's majesty;
Evil-tiding and Mischance
Dare not look on Me.
O'er the world the pilgrim fareth;
To the grave Love's cross he beareth:
Pity clingeth tearfully.
Hope and fear are nought to me:
Woe is me!
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