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IT MAY NOT BE!
It may not be—it must not be;
Oh! it must never be for me!
E'en Hope is now impossible,
And e'en Despair can deem 't is well!
Oh! it must never be for me!
E'en Hope is now impossible,
And e'en Despair can deem 't is well!
Despair, whose ghastly reign must last,
Till merged and melted in the Past!
And thou, dark Future!—soon shalt be
That Past, or the Eternity!
Till merged and melted in the Past!
And thou, dark Future!—soon shalt be
That Past, or the Eternity!
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It may not be—it must not be:
Oh! it can never be for me!
Then whither, whither shall I wend,
Who prize of life alone—its end?
Oh! it can never be for me!
Then whither, whither shall I wend,
Who prize of life alone—its end?
Indifference! worse than scorn or hate,
And must thou prove my dreary fate?
Then let me turn these mournful eyes
From Earth, unto the pitying Skies!
And must thou prove my dreary fate?
Then let me turn these mournful eyes
From Earth, unto the pitying Skies!
And if—oh! bitter thought intense—
My fate must be Indifference;
Let me—far sweeter, dearer doom—
Both find and feel it in the tomb!
My fate must be Indifference;
Let me—far sweeter, dearer doom—
Both find and feel it in the tomb!
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