Absence from whom we love is worse than death,
And frustrate hope severer than despair.


"Hope, like the short-lived ray that gleams awhile", line 35.


Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.