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Anemonie. — ‘ Forsaken 
There are few trials harder to bear than the consciousness that our 
affection is no longer regarded by those who once loved us. None 
are more depressing in their tendency. 
Oh, never more in Feeling’s darkened halls, 
Shall Fancy’s roseate light in beauty play; 
A shadow of the past upon them falls, 
To veil the future — frighten hope away! 
And never more will thrills of joy awaken, 
This saddened heart, from misery and despair; 
The Spirit Lamp is from the altar taken, 
And darkness shrouds the utter ruin there! 
