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I.
When will this heartache cease,Ruin before me;
When will the Dove of Peace
Spread his wing o'er me?
Far from “this shoal of time,”
Stranger to sorrow,
Will not some brighter clime
Bid me good morrow!
Raven's croak:
“Trust not to-morrow!”
II.
Fame has a phantom provedWorth not the chasing;
Lost ones, the well beloved,
Earth is embracing:
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Not a spark flashes;
Where rang the voice of mirth,
Cold lie the ashes:
Raven's croak:
“All dust and ashes!”
III.
How can the eagle soar,Broken his pinion?
King he will rule no more
Air's blue dominion:
How can the minstrel sing
With his doom written,
By Despair's mortal sting
Fearfully smitten—
Raven's croak:
“Fearfully smitten!”
IV.
Hark! from the clouds aboveVoices are calling
“Trust to Eternal Love,
Though night is falling;
Daylight will break at last,
Darkness will vanish;
Thoughts of the mournful Past
From your soul banish—
Angels cry
“From your soul banish!”
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