Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
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