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There's a Dark Hour Coming.
1828.
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[Reflecting on the fate of poor John S---, of Humbleton. His love was a Miss H---, of Wooler, and to her I conceived he might have thus addressed himself.]
There's a dark hour coming,
Which thou, so kind and dear,
In all thy beauty blooming,
Shalt fail to charm or cheer!
The shade it casts before it,
Its very shade is drear—
And my soul as it comes o'er it,
Feels a deep, prophetic fear!
There's a dark hour coming!
Which thou, so kind and dear,
In all thy beauty blooming,
Shalt fail to charm or cheer!
The shade it casts before it,
Its very shade is drear—
And my soul as it comes o'er it,
Feels a deep, prophetic fear!
There's a dark hour coming!
The honour oft applauded,
The heart all truth to thee,
The genius men have lauded
Will soon be lost in me.
A star at once o'erclouded,
Whose beam was fair to see—
The sun in darkness shrouded—
O! nought can emblem be
Of the dark hour coming!
The heart all truth to thee,
The genius men have lauded
Will soon be lost in me.
A star at once o'erclouded,
Whose beam was fair to see—
The sun in darkness shrouded—
O! nought can emblem be
Of the dark hour coming!
Its charm when friendship loses,
When love is felt no more;
When glory and the Muses
Have seen their influence o'er;
When I view with hate or terror
The friends I loved before,
When my laugh they hear with horror
And—unthanked—my state deplore,—
O! that dark hour's coming!
When love is felt no more;
When glory and the Muses
Have seen their influence o'er;
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The friends I loved before,
When my laugh they hear with horror
And—unthanked—my state deplore,—
O! that dark hour's coming!
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