And flung it wantonly upon the world —
Corroding Care has shed its poison dew
O’er Pleasure, which is foam upon the wave —
And Shame’s red plague-spot flashes in the heart,
While Pride and Passion’s flaming lava-drops
Fall hissing through its purest depths, to change
Their sweets to bitter burning.
O’er the fount,
Erewhile so wild and troubled, sweeps a spell
And “peace, be still,” is in its music tone.