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CAPTIVITY."As the cold aspect of a sunless way Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier chill,
Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near,
I Am not One who much or oft delight
"Yet life," you say, "is life; we have seen and see,
And with a living pleasure we describe;
And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe
The languid mind into activity.
Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee,
Are fostered by the comment and the gibe."
Even be it so: yet still among your tribe,
Our daily world's true Worldlings, rank not me!
Children are blest, and powerful; their world lies
More justly balanced; partly at their feet,
And part far from them: — sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet;
Whose mind is but the mind of his own eyes
He is a Slave: the meanest we can meet!
Wings have we,— and as far as we can go
Are a substantial world, both pure and good: