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

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 ….

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

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….