The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go read more

The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go sighing round,
"What love can ever cure this wound?"
My days go on, my days go on.

Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of
seeing God "without holiness," or of having read more

Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of
seeing God "without holiness," or of having part in Christ except
thou "love him above father, mother, or thy own life." This kind
of despair is one of the first steps to heaven.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair.

Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

Despair ruins some, presumption many.

Despair ruins some, presumption many.

What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world read more

. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.