Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.

Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven

Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!