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The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1 By Jonathan Swift Characters: 922

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Shall I believe a spirit so divine

Was cast in the same mould with mine?

Why then does Nature so unjustly share

Among her elder sons the whole estate,

And all her jewels and her plate?

Poor we! cadets of Heaven, not worth her care,

Take up at best with lumber and the leavings of a fare:

Some she binds 'prentice to the spade,

Some to the drudgery of a trade:

Some she does to Egyptian bondage draw,

Bids us make bricks, yet sends

us to look out for straw:

Some she condemns for life to try

To dig the leaden mines of deep philosophy:

Me she has to the Muse's galleys tied:

In vain I strive to cross the spacious main,

In vain I tug and pull the oar;

And when I almost reach the shore,

Straight the Muse turns the helm, and I launch out again:

And yet, to feed my pride,

Whene'er I mourn, stops my complaining breath,

With promise of a mad reversion after death.

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