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I gained it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

It hung so high, As well the sky Attempt by strategy.

I said I gained it,-- This was all.

Look, how I clutch it, Lest it fall, And I a pauper go;Unfitted by an instant's grace For the contented beggar's face I wore an hour ago.