Despair.
We catch a glimpse of it, gaunt and gray, When the golden sunbeams are all abroad; We sober a moment, then softly say: The world still lies in the hand of God. We watch it stealthily creeping o'er The threshold leading to somebody's soul; A shadow, we cry, it cannot be more When faith is one's portion and Heaven one's goal. A ghost that comes stealing its way along, Affrighting the weak with its gruesome air, But who that is young and glad and strong Fears for a moment to meet Despair? To this heart of ours we have thought so bold All uninvited it comes one day - Lo! faith grows wan, and love grows cold, And the heaven of our dreams lies far away.
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"We catch a glimpse of it, gaunt and gray,..."
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