When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.

When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.

Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.

Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.

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.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when read more

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

The nympholepsy of some fond despair.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

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.

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.