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No. 12 - Song - Eugène - "Darkest the Hour."
| Eugène: | Darkest the hour ere light of dawn beameth, Deepest the gloom ere the storm clouds divide; Be that my faith in the adage there seemeth, Hope, to be cherish'd what e'er may betide. Vain, vain, the dream my lov'd one can ever Mine be; as vain is the once plighted vow. No pow'r can change the doom, we must sever, Oh! could the future look blacker than now! Darkest the hour ere daylight beameth, Deepest the gloom ere the clouds divide; Be it my faith in that alone seemeth, Hope, whatever may betide. Darkest the hour ere daylight beameth, Deepest the gloom ere the clouds divide; Be it my faith in that there seemeth, Hope, whatever may betide. |
| How shall I cheer my heart's sad repining? Where seek the trust in my bosom should dwell, Where will appear the cloud's silver lining? Where come the radiance my grief to dispel? Life's light has gone my pathway is lonely, Dreary. The star of my life's brightness gone, Set ne'er to rise. 'Twould seem my hope only Rests in the thought, the belief there is none! Darkest the hour ere daylight beameth, Deepest the gloom ere the clouds divide; Be it my faith in that alone seemeth, Hope, whatever may betide. Darkest the hour ere daylight beameth, Deepest the gloom ere the clouds divide; Be it my faith in that there seemeth, Hope, whatever may betide. |
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