Sorry Her Lot

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Title:     Sorry Her Lot
Author: W. S. Gilbert [More Titles by Gilbert]

Sorry her lot who loves too well,
Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly,
Had are the sighs that own the spell
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly;
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When Love is alive and Hope is dead!

Sad is the hour when sets the Sun--
Dark is the night to Earth's poor daughters
When to the ark the wearied one
Flies from the empty waste of waters!
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When Love is alive and Hope is dead!

[The end]
W. S. Gilbert's poem: Sorry Her Lot

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