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ORRY her lot who loves too well, Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, Sad are the sighs that own the spell
 * Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly;
 * Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
 * When Love is alive and Hope is dead!

Sad is the hour when sets the Sun—
 * Dark is the night to Earth's poor daughters

When to the ark the wearied one
 * Flies from the empty waste of waters!
 * Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
 * When Love is alive and Hope is dead!