Hope Comes Again, To This Heart Long A Stranger, Once More She Sings Me Her Flattering Strain; But Hush, Gentle Syren--For, Ah, There'S Less Danger In Still Suffering On, Than In Hoping Again. Long, Long, In Sorrow, Too Deep For Repining, Gloomy, But Tranquil, This Bosom Hath Lain: And Joy Coming Now, Like A Sudden Light Shining O'Er Eyelids Long Darkened, Would Bring Me But Pain. Fly Then, Ye Visions, That Hope Would Shed O'Er Me; Lost To The Future, My Sole Chance Of Rest Now Lies Not In Dreaming Of Bliss That's Before Me. But, Ah--In Forgetting How Once I Was Blest.