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8w Winked, and smiled, and called it "superstition." But he did feel its power and peace And gently answered back "O Blessed Superstition " One drunk with wine of wealth and power And health to enjoy them both, whirled on 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, I like a horny growth, had spread all o'er his heart ; And pleasure meant to him no more than pain,-- Bereft of fecling ; 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 ln groans and tears, and though his friends w'd laugh His lips would speak in grateful accents, "O Blessed Misery "