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DARK HOURS; THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief
Last Line: That legion fiends might not withstand.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson
Subject(s): Alcoholism & Alcoholics; God; Mothers & Sons; Salvation; Temperance; Drunkards; Alcohol Abuse; Prohibition


DARK hours of tearless, sleepless grief,
Of woe denied the soft relief
Of tears, to soothe the burning smart
That throbs and festers in my heart.
Oft has this grief my soul o'erspread,
Like funeral pall above the dead,
Ah, me! beneath the coffin-lid
Of murdered hopes for ever hid,
My promised joys of love and trust
With them lie mouldering in the dust.

Ah, not in sentimental strain
Of love-sick maid and sighing swain
I sing, who, crossed in hapless love,
The tender anguish deeply prove—
Nor that fierce grief when loss of fame,
Of wealth of power, the baffled aim
Of worldly schemes, sends to the heart
Keen disappointment's venom'd dart.

Is such thy grief? you ask.—Ah, no!
A darker, deeper, deadlier woe
Is mine. Within its poisonous folds
My writhing heart a serpent holds;
I vainly struggle in the toils,
More closely wind the crushing coils.
No hand but His, to whom is given
All power in earth, all power in heaven,
The hideous reptile can unwind,
My crushed and broken heart upbind.

Lord, speak with power, I Thee implore,
As when, by lone Gennesaret's shore,
As God, Thou gave the high command,
That legion fiends might not withstand.





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