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When all around grew drear and dark, / And reason half withheld her ray - / And hope but shed a dying spark / Which more misled my lonely way;
In that deep midnight of the mind, / And that internal strife of heart, / When dreading to be deemed too kind, / The weak despair - the cold depart;