Hope Was But A Timid Friend; She Sat Without The Grated Den, Watching How My Fate Would Tend, Even As Selfish-Hearted Men. She Was Cruel In Her Fear; Through The Bars One Dreary Day, I Looked Out To See Her There, And She Turned Her Face Away! Like A False Guard, False Watch Keeping, Still, In Strife, She Whispered Peace; She Would Sing While I Was Weeping; If I Listened, She Would Cease. False She Was, And Unrelenting; When My Last Joys Strewed The Ground, Even Sorrow Saw, Repenting, Those Sad Relics Scattered Round; Hope, Whose Whisper Would Have Given Balm To All My Frenzied Pain, Stretched Her Wings, And Soared To Heaven, Went, And Ne'er Returned Again!