To Georgian-Herschel, and to Mercury;
To Saturn, but ’twas vain. ’Twas vanity,
I’ll own; yet was it not, O Jove, most cruel—
Now I am old—to treat me as a fool?”
So he continued venting loud his pray’r:
Deserted and distracted to despair,
He tried to lift the goblet, but he fail’d;
His strength had fled, he found himself assail’d
And at the gate of hell!—still struggling hard,
He ope’d his mouth, but uttered not a word: