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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
Chance I upon Admetos inside here?"
The irresistible sound wholesome heartO' the hero,—more than all the mightinessAt labour in the limbs that, for man's sake,Laboured and meant to labour their life long,—This drove back, dried up sorrow at its source.How could it brave the happy weary laughOf who had bantered sorrow "Sorrow here?What have you done to keep your friend from harm?Could no one give the life I see he keeps?Or, say there's sorrow here past friendly help,Why waste a word or let a tear escapeWhile other sorrows wait you in the world,And want the life of you, though helpless here?"Clearly there was no telling such an oneHow, when their monarch tried who loved him moreThan he loved them, and found they loved, as he,
