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When Poor In All But Hope And Love

EN, poor in all but hope and love,

I clasped thee to my faithful heart;

For wealth and fame I vowed to rove,

That we might meet no more to part!

Years have gone by—long weary years Of toil, to win thee comfort now— Of ardent hopes—of sickening fears— And wealth is mine—but where art thou?

Fame's dazzling dreams, for thy dear sake,

Rose brighter than before to me;

I clung to all I deemed could make My burning heart more worthy thee.

Years have gone by—the laurel droops In mockery o'er my joyless brow :

A conquered world before me stoops,

And Fame is mine—but where art thou?

In life's first hours, despised and lone,

I wandered through the busy crowd;

But now that life's best hopes are gone,

They greet with pride and murmurs loud.

Oh! for thy voice! thy happy voice,

To breathe its laughing welcome now;

Wealth, fame, and all that should rejoice,

To me are vain—for where art thou?

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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton, Lady Stirling-Maxwell (née Sheridan; 22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877) was an English social reformer and author ac…

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