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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.