Poems (Campbell)/The Relapse

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THE RELAPSE.
Hope! thou sweet, yet faithless fair!
 Ne'er wake again thy smiles for me;
For I am doom'd the slave of care,
 The daughter of Despondency.

I hail'd thee, like the op'ning morn,
 From gloomy night's dark phantoms free;—
But thou hast left me more forlorn—
 The daughter of Despondency!

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