XLIX. This merit hath the worst, -- It cannot be again. When Fate hath taunted last And thrown her furthest stone, The maimed may pause and breathe, And glance securely round. The deer invites no longer Than it eludes the hound.
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XLIX. This merit hath the worst, -- It cannot be again. When Fate hath taunted last And thrown her furthest stone, The maimed may pause and breathe, And glance securely round. The deer invites no longer Than it eludes the hound.