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২৯

His maddening course,-till the earth (he thought
Was made for him, his pleasure-garden, and man,
The crawling worm, was made to find him sport),
Till the thousand lights of joy, with pleasure fed,
That flickered day and night before his eyes,
With constant change of colours,-began to blur
His sight, and cloy his senses; till selfishness,
Like a horny growth, had spread all o’er his heart;
And pleasure meant to him no more than pain,—
Bereft of feeling; and life in sense,
So joyful, precious once, a rotting corps between his arms,
(Which he forsooth would shun, but more he tried, the more
It clung to him; and wished, with frenzied brain,
A thousand forms of death, but quailed before the charm).
Then sorrow came,-and Wealth and Power went—
And made him kinship find with the human race
In groans and tears, and though his friends w’d laugh
His lips would speak in grateful accents,
“O Blessed Misery!”

III

One born with healthy frame,- but not of will
That can resist emotions deep and strong,
Nor impulse throw, surcharged with potent strength,—
And just the sort that pass as good and kind,
Beheld that he was safe, whilst others long
And vain did struggle ’gainst the surging waves.
Till, morbid grown, his mind could see,—like flies
That seek the putrid part,—but what was bad.
Then Fortune smiled on him, and his foot slipped.
That ope’d his eyes for e'er and made him find