The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring, That can, that ….

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pr….

The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past..

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling..