Through The Valley.

        [AFTER JAMES THOMSON.]

        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.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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