I might have even been tempted to despise.
But no—for the serene[245] was also bright;
Enlivened happiness with joy o'erflowing,
With joy, and—oh! that memory should survive
To speak the word—with rapture! Nature's boon,
Life's genuine inspiration, happiness
Above what rules can teach, or fancy feign;
Abused, as all possessions are[246] abused
That are not prized according to their worth.
And yet, what worth? what good is given to men,