To curse his birth, nor envy reptiles more!
Ye sable clouds! ye darkest shades of night!
Hide him, for ever hide him, from my thought, 690
Once all my comfort; source, and soul of joy!
Now leagued with furies, and with thee,[36] against me.
“Know his achievements? study his renown?
Contemplate this amazing universe,
Dropp’d from his hand, with miracles replete!
For what? ’Mid miracles of nobler name,
To find one miracle of misery?