Of goodness! Either in some freak of power
This frame of things was fashion’d, then cast off
To take its own wild course, the sport of chance;
Or the bad Spirit o’er the Good prevails,
And in the eternal conflict hath arisen
Lord of the ascendant!
Rightly would’st thou say
Were there no world but this! the Goth replied.
The happiest child of earth that e’er was mark’d
To be the minion of prosperity,