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Poem
October 28, 1870
The State Rights Democrat
Albany, Linn County, Oregon
What is this article about?
A poem of consolation from a recently bereaved friend to an isolated companion, reflecting on youthful hopes, shared losses, and the enduring motto 'Nil Desperandum' (Never Despair), looking forward to reunion beyond death.
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[From the Journal of Commerce.]
"NIL DESPERANDUM"
The following from one, who, amid the dearest earthly relations, has just tasted afresh the bitters of bereavement, to an old companion who has led a life separate from friends and kin, besides its especial and limited application, has a wealth of meaning for all kindred souls that desire to grow strong under the common lot of trial and suffering:
We sang it once in youth's exultant morning.
Our song of victory ere the strife began,
Before we knew the legend's solemn meaning—
"Never despair," the happy chorus rang.
Then hope's bright beam encircled every morrow,
And love—it was our life from day to day,
All sadder depths of loneliness and sorrow
Within the undiscovered future lay.
"We will be strong!" we said, and smiled in parting,
Our lives, we felt, must still together flow;
A bright, brief day of toiling and of triumph,
Then sweet communing in the evening glow.
Nil desperandum! watchword unforgotten
Through many years of parting and of pain,
Now, O beloved! with a deeper meaning,
And reverently we utter it again.
For we have watched the slow and mournful setting
Of fairest hopes that lit our morning sky.
The buds most precious on our summer garland
Storm winds have scattered, rudely rushing by.
To me the cup renewed of smiles and sorrow,
Or thankful joy, and grief that knows no care;
To thee—to watch alone—a lifetime lonely—
The bitterest pain thy spirit could endure,
No hand to clasp thine own when thou art weary,
No heart thy deepest truest self to know;
Better the love and loss so oft recurring,
Which fill my lot with gladness and with woe.
Yet, friend, despair not! for the sun descending
Begins to burn strong the western sky—
Let the old song which charmed our life's beginning
Our later hours illume and glorify.
Let us go down, unfaltering, to the river
Beyond whose waves our meeting place shall be—
There shall our watchword lose its solemn warning,
And a new song be given to thee and me!
F. L. M.
"NIL DESPERANDUM"
The following from one, who, amid the dearest earthly relations, has just tasted afresh the bitters of bereavement, to an old companion who has led a life separate from friends and kin, besides its especial and limited application, has a wealth of meaning for all kindred souls that desire to grow strong under the common lot of trial and suffering:
We sang it once in youth's exultant morning.
Our song of victory ere the strife began,
Before we knew the legend's solemn meaning—
"Never despair," the happy chorus rang.
Then hope's bright beam encircled every morrow,
And love—it was our life from day to day,
All sadder depths of loneliness and sorrow
Within the undiscovered future lay.
"We will be strong!" we said, and smiled in parting,
Our lives, we felt, must still together flow;
A bright, brief day of toiling and of triumph,
Then sweet communing in the evening glow.
Nil desperandum! watchword unforgotten
Through many years of parting and of pain,
Now, O beloved! with a deeper meaning,
And reverently we utter it again.
For we have watched the slow and mournful setting
Of fairest hopes that lit our morning sky.
The buds most precious on our summer garland
Storm winds have scattered, rudely rushing by.
To me the cup renewed of smiles and sorrow,
Or thankful joy, and grief that knows no care;
To thee—to watch alone—a lifetime lonely—
The bitterest pain thy spirit could endure,
No hand to clasp thine own when thou art weary,
No heart thy deepest truest self to know;
Better the love and loss so oft recurring,
Which fill my lot with gladness and with woe.
Yet, friend, despair not! for the sun descending
Begins to burn strong the western sky—
Let the old song which charmed our life's beginning
Our later hours illume and glorify.
Let us go down, unfaltering, to the river
Beyond whose waves our meeting place shall be—
There shall our watchword lose its solemn warning,
And a new song be given to thee and me!
F. L. M.
What sub-type of article is it?
Verse Letter
Song
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Nil Desperandum
Bereavement
Friendship
Despair
Reunion
Loss
Hope
Youth
What entities or persons were involved?
F. L. M.
Poem Details
Title
"Nil Desperandum"
Author
F. L. M.
Subject
Consolation Amid Bereavement To An Old Companion
Key Lines
"Never Despair," The Happy Chorus Rang.
Nil Desperandum! Watchword Unforgotten
Yet, Friend, Despair Not! For The Sun Descending
Let Us Go Down, Unfaltering, To The River
And A New Song Be Given To Thee And Me!