'I have play'd,' quoth he, and won, The deed of my life is done; The hope of my youth and prime I clutch the golden apple, I hold my head on high ; I thank thee, oh my Fortune, For grief no more shall touch me!' Whatever grief thou'st borne, Whatever pangs have torn Thy desolate heart forlorn, Are nothing to compare With the brood of grief that nestle Thy dearest hopes to cross; 13 XIV. "A young man sits lamenting With his children at his knee, And his fond true wife beside him : 'I'm a wretch!' quoth he; 'An evil fate pursues me; Whate'er I touch I slay; And this, my last reliance My chance, my hope, my stay— Has died like the last year's blossoms, Never to bloom again!' Oh blind, to grieve at Fortune! Oh sluggard, to complain! The thing which thou hast lost Was big with coming sorrow; Joy dwelt on its lips to-day, Grief grew in its heart for morrow. Look up to Heaven, thou dreamer! If smitten, thou art whole; And learn that a pang surmounted, XV. Half-past twelve on the turret clock, With the last faint echoes of the chime, Thou'rt gone, in thy robe of amber, And diadem of flame, To make the wide world's circuit Another, and yet the same; To bear God's justice with thee, By the mystery of our birth; 15 XIV. "A young man sits lamenting With his children at his knee, And his fond true wife beside him: 'I'm a wretch!' quoth he; An evil fate pursues me; Whate'er I touch I slay; And this, my last reliance My chance, my hope, my stay Has died like the last year's blossoms, Never to bloom again!' Oh blind, to grieve at Fortune! Oh sluggard, to complain! The thing which thou hast lost Was big with coming sorrow; Joy dwelt on its lips to-day, Grief grew in its heart for morrow. Look up to Heaven, thou dreamer! If smitten, thou art whole; And learn that a pang surmounted, 15 XV. Half-past twelve on the turret clock, With the last faint echoes of the chime, Thou'rt gone, in thy robe of amber, And diadem of flame, To make the wide world's circuit Another, and yet the same; To bear God's justice with thee, By the mystery of our birth; |