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When sorrow, doubt, despair assail thy life,
Till thy crushed heart confess
It fain would choose, before such bitter strife,
The grave of Nothingness, —
A well-spring, whose high source is heaven, doth wait
Upon thy travail sore ;
There drink ! and thou shalt rise as re-create,
Nor thirst for evermore !
