LXVI
INDEED, the brave Game I have loved so well
Has little taught me how to buy or sell;
Has pawn’d my Greatness for an Hour of Ease,
And barter’d cold Cash for—a Miracle.
LXVII
INDEED, indeed, Repentance oft before
I swore—but it was Winter when I swore,
And then and then came Spring, and Club-in-hand
I hasten’d forth for one Round—one Round more.