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" succeeds as doth succeed Success!" None who have known Success assent to this.

Have I not kissed beloved, consenting lips, And through my kisses cursed their sweet consent? Turning my face towards the desert stars To pray the chillness of the midnight breeze Might cool the passion that demanded mine.

And all the Gold, wrenched from the stubborn rock, The utmost Glory, gathered on the Field, When have they proved a lure to Happiness?

Happiness is so reticent and shy, So transient, so illusive, and so young, Most men but glimpse her through the morning flowers, Or the faint mirage of a passing dream.

She meets her lovers on the summer seas, Among the shadows of the quiet hills, Grants them, perchance, a moment's ecstasy, Then, ere they realise her, she is gone.

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