How painful 'tis for feeling age to want;
Nor in his body's sufferings—yet we know
Where time has plough'd, there misery loves to sow:
But in the wearied mind, that all in vain
Wars with distress, and struggles with its pain.
His father saw his powers—"I'll give," quoth he,
"My first-born learning; 'twill a portion be."
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Unhappy gift! a portion for a son!
But all he had:—he learn'd, and was undone!