ROUGE GAGNE

　　'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!

　　If I should fail, what poverty!

　　And yet, as poor as I

　　Have ventured all upon a throw;

　　Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

　　This side the victory!

　　Life is but life, and death but death!

　　Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

　　And if, indeed, I fail,

　　At least to know the worst is sweet.

　　Defeat means nothing but defeat,

　　No drearier can prevail!

　　And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,

　　Oh, bells that in the steeples be,

　　At first repeat it slow!

　　For heaven is a different thing

　　Conjectured, and waked sudden in,

　　And might o'erwhelm me so!

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