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Rh The heart that's rolled in whirls against the mind

Justly presageful of a fate behind.

But I pray—things false, from my hope, may fall

Into the fate that's not-fulfilled-at-all!

Especially at least, of health that's great

The term's insatiable: for, its weight

—A neighbour, with a common wall between—

Ever will sickness lean;

And destiny, her course pursuing straight,

Has struck man's ship against a reef unseen.

Now, when a portion, rather than the treasure,

Fear casts from sling, with peril in right measure,

It has not sunk — the universal freight,

(With misery freighted over-full)