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And then I pondered how far and wide
Grow men and women who, malcontent
To use the gifts that the gods provide,
Must needs abuse them as soon as sent:
Who, if they were throned in the highest heavens,
Would soon have things at sixes and sevens,
And try a progress through that bright air,
As peacock-angels, to overbear
With wonder the people already there.
That process was tried by one who now
Would use Heaven's breezes to fan his brow,
If he could get them—instead of trying
To use them in spectacular flying.
Grow men and women who, malcontent
To use the gifts that the gods provide,
Must needs abuse them as soon as sent:
Who, if they were throned in the highest heavens,
Would soon have things at sixes and sevens,
And try a progress through that bright air,
As peacock-angels, to overbear
With wonder the people already there.
That process was tried by one who now
Would use Heaven's breezes to fan his brow,
If he could get them—instead of trying
To use them in spectacular flying.
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