Vicissitude
Leave the gods to order all things;
Often from the gulf of woe
They exalt the poor man, grovelling
In the gloomy shades below
Often turn again and prostrate
Lay in dust the loftiest head,
Dooming him thro life to wander,
Reft of sense and wanting bread.
Often from the gulf of woe
They exalt the poor man, grovelling
In the gloomy shades below
Often turn again and prostrate
Lay in dust the loftiest head,
Dooming him thro life to wander,
Reft of sense and wanting bread.
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