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 'Tis sweet, our life to lengthen out With hopes unshadow'd o'er by doubt; The soul enriched all the while With joys that wear a golden smile! But Titan, shudd'ring I behold thee, What time a thousand woes enfold thee With macerating power; because Thou didst not tremble at Jove's laws; But gavest, with unbending mind, Too much weal to human kind.

Lo! all thy gifts gave nought to thee! Where is thy help, beloved, say? What help from men who last a day? And dost thou not the weakness see,