To those who play their "tricks before high heaven."[254]
I know not if the angels weep, but men
Have wept enough—for what?—to weep again!
II.
All is exploded—be it good or bad.
Reader! remember when thou wert a lad,10
Then Pitt was all; or, if not all, so much,
His very rival almost deemed him such.[255]
We—we have seen the intellectual race
Of giants stand, like Titans, face to face—