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What is despair? Perhaps a larger hope,Which looks beyond the range of mortal eyes,
And strives, impatient of earth's narrow scope,
To wrest from failure what success denies.
What is despair? Perhaps a deeper joy,
Deeper than heart desires—a golden morn,
The pale approaches of whose light destroy
Life's wonted joys, and leave our hearts forlorn.
What is despair? Perhaps a purer love,
Purer than earth can kindle or sustain,—
A love that soars into the realms above,
And soaring seeks what it may never gain.
Oh more than hope, oh more than joy to me,
Oh more than love is my despair of thee.
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