522 Had I presumed to hope The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness' Sake As Giants—gone away Had I presumed to gain A Favor so remote The failure but confirm the Grace In further Infinite 'Tis failure—not of Hope But Confident Despair Advancing on Celestial Lists With faint—Terrestial power 'Tis Honor—though I die For That no Man obtain Till He be justified by d**h This—is the Second Gain