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Through The Valley.

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[AFTER JAMES THOMSON.]              As I came through the Valley of Despair,          As I came through the valley, on my sight,          More awful than the darkness of the night,              Shone glimpses of a Past that had been fair,          And memories of eyes that used to smile,          And wafts of perfume from a vanished isle,              As I came through the valley.              As I came through the valley I could see,          As I came through the valley, fair and far,          As drowning men look up and see a star,              The fading shore of my lost Used-to-be;          And like an arrow in my heart I heard          The last sad notes of Hope's expiring bird,              As I came through the valley.              As I came through the valley desolate,          As I came through the valley, like a beam          Of lurid lightning I beheld a gleam              Of Love's great eyes that now were full of hate.          Dear God! Dear God! I could bear all but that;          But I fell down soul-stricken, dead, thereat,              As I came through the valley.

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