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ODES.
From her, from them, from Britain torn: 16
With her, with them, does Britain mourn:
His name, from every eye, calls forth a tear;
And, intermingling sighs with praise,
All good men with the number of his days 20
Had been to him twice told, and twice again,
In that seal'd book, where all things which pertain
To mortal man, whatever things befall,
Are from eternity confirm'd, beyond recall: 24
With her, with them, does Britain mourn:
His name, from every eye, calls forth a tear;
And, intermingling sighs with praise,
All good men with the number of his days 20
Had been to him twice told, and twice again,
In that seal'd book, where all things which pertain
To mortal man, whatever things befall,
Are from eternity confirm'd, beyond recall: 24
EPODE I.
Where every loss, and every gain,
Where every grief, and every joy,
Every pleasure, every pain,
Each bitter and each sweet alloy, 28
To us uncertain though they flow,
Are pre-ordain'd, and fix'd, above.
Too wretched state! did man foreknow
Those ills, which man cannot remove, 32
Vain is wisdom for preventing
What the wisest live lamenting.
Where every loss, and every gain,
Where every grief, and every joy,
Every pleasure, every pain,
Each bitter and each sweet alloy, 28
To us uncertain though they flow,
Are pre-ordain'd, and fix'd, above.
Too wretched state! did man foreknow
Those ills, which man cannot remove, 32
Vain is wisdom for preventing
What the wisest live lamenting.
STROPHE
