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LXIV.
DESPONDENCY OF AMBITION.
Thou wilt remark my fate when I am dead,Let not fools scoff above me, and proclaim,
That I had vainly struggled after fame,
'Till the good oil of my young life was shed,
And I became a mockery, and fell
Into the yellow leaf before my time;
A sacrifice, even in my earliest prime,
To that which thinn'd the heavens and peopled hell!
How few will understand us at the best,
How few, so yield their sympathies, to know,
What cares have robb'd us of our nightly rest,
How stern our trial, how complete our wo,—
And how much more our doom it was than pride,
To toil in devious ways with none who loved beside.
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