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1850–1919

THROUGH THE VALLEY.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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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