Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
The unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise--
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.


[Footnote: (1) 'Henry:' King Henry VI., founder of the College.]

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IV.--HYMN TO ADVERSITY.

[Greek:

Zaena ...
Ton phronein brotous odosanta, to pathei mathos
phenta kurios echein.

ÆSCH. AG. 167.]

1 Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!