As I came through the Valley of Despair,
  As I came through the valley, on my sight,
  More awful than the darkness of the night,
Shone glimpses of a Past that had been fair,
  And memories of eyes that used to smile,
  And wafts of perfume from a vanished isle,
As I came through the valley.

As I came through the valley I could see,
  As I came through the valley, fair and far,
  As drowning men look up and see a star,
The fading shore of my lost Used-to-be;
  And like an arrow in my heart I heard
  The last sad notes of Hope's expiring bird,
As I came through the valley.

As I came through the valley desolate,
  As I came through the valley, like a beam
  Of lurid lightning I beheld a gleam
Of Love's great eyes that now were full of hate.
  Dear God! Dear God! I could bear all but that;
  But I fell down soul-stricken, dead, thereat,
As I came through the valley.