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Prove, in a word, your title to be glad?

Yes, in my path you've cast the stone of doubt, And nobody but you can cast it out. Between my kin and me you've set a bar,— Remove the bar, the strangling noose undo—

You possibly believe I keep the glue Of lies for Happiness's broken jar?

I do believe, the faith your reasons tore To shreds, your reasons may again restore; The limb that you have shatter'd, you can set; Reverse your judgment,—the whole truth un-*fold, Restate the case—I'll fly my banner yet—

[haughtily]. I stamp no copper Happiness as gold. [looking fixedly at him]. Remember then that, lately, one whose scent For truth is of the keenest told us this: [With uplifted finger.

"There runs through all our life a Nemesis, Which may delay, but never will relent."

[He goes towards the house.