XVIII.

"Hard words; harsh truth; a truth which many know. Enough.--The faithful and the fairy pair, Who never found a single hour too slow, What was it made them thus exempt from care? Young innate feelings all have felt below, Which perish in the rest, but in them were Inherent; what we mortals call romantic, And always envy, though we deem it frantic.

"This is in others a factitious state, * * * * * * * But was in them their nature or their fate. * * * * * * *