Poems (Lassen)/Despair

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DESPAIR
I stood upon the brink Of silent, mute Despair;No Future could I see, But one of mysteryAnd never ceasing care. The Past's sweet tender thoughtsThen flitted like a dream Before my aching eyes.This rush of memories So made my bosom heaveWith untold, stiffled sighs, Regrets, that Life forsoothIs constant hope impaired, With e'er a cross to bear.
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