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My Hopes Have Departed Forever
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(published by Firth, Pond & Co., N.Y., 1851)
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1.
My hopes have departed forever,
My vision of true love is o’er:
My heart shall awaken, ah! never;
There’s joy for my bosom no more
The roses that crowned me are blighted,
The garland I cherished is dead,
The faith once confidingly plighted
Is broke, and my loved one has fled.
The faith once confidingly plighted
Is broke, and my loved one has fled.
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They saw that my life was decaying,
They knew that my stay would be brief;
And still, though my spirit was straying,
I told not a word of my grief
No whisper revealed my deceiver
No ear heard me sigh or complain;
My heart still adored its bereaver,
And longed but to meet him again.
My heart still adored its bereaver,
And longed but to meet him again.
He came, but another had rifled
His heart of the love once my own,
I grieved, but my anguish was stifled,
And shrang from his cold formal tone.
The sun is now sinking in billows,
That roll in the far distant west,
But morning will shine through the willows,
And fine me forever at rest.
But morning will shine through the willows,
And fine me forever at rest.
   
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