After l. 372:
Well, then, it seems from fairy land we come
To this of truth! and this must be our home.
What can we do? the air is bleak and cold,
And all is dark and dull that we behold.
In that dear land, what views about us rose! }
Views dull and tedious our sad scenes disclose; }
How cold and languid these! how warm and sprightly those! }
There were Love’s friends—hope, joy, and generous trust:
Here are his foes—care, caution, and disgust.