Chapter 22 VICTORY IN DEFEAT.

Ah, God, alas,

How soon it came to pass

The sweetness melted from thy barbed hook

Which I so simply took;

And I lay bleeding on the bitter land,

Afraid to stir against thy least command,

But losing all my pleasant life-blood, whence

Force should have been heart's frailty to withstand.

Life is not life at all without delight,

            
            

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