To deck me on the day that, golden-fleeced,
I touched ambition's height,—'t was here, released
From glory (always symbolled by a chain!)
No sooner was I privileged to gain
My secret domicile than glad I flung
That last toy on the table—gazed where hung
On hook my father's gift, the arquebus—
And asked myself, "Shall I envisage thus
The new prize and the old prize, when I reach
Another year's experience?—own that each