Ambition, and Other Poems/Hunting Joy

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Hunting Joy
How sad a face this Knowledge wears! How strange is Truth, which none can doubt!How easy is an Eden made, How hard to keep the Serpent out!How easy to create a Joy, How hard to hold it safe and fast;Since half the world would hunt it down, As Fame, or Love, can prove at last.I'll make my Joy a secret thing, My face shall wear a mask of care;And those who hunt a Joy to death, Shall never know what sport is there!
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