Not in his need, - and yet we all must grant
How painful ’tis for feeling Age to want:
Nor in his body’s sufferings; yet we know
Where Time has ploughed, 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 give,” quoth he,
“My first-born learning; ’twill a portion be:”
Unhappy gift! a portion for a son!
But all he had: - he learn’d, and was undone!