HEADACHE.
Headache! thou bane to Pleasure's fairy spell,
Thou fiend, thou foe to joy, I know thee well!
Beneath thy lash I've writhed for many an hour,—
I hate thee, for I've known and dread thy power.
Thou fiend, thou foe to joy, I know thee well!
Beneath thy lash I've writhed for many an hour,—
I hate thee, for I've known and dread thy power.
Even the heathen gods were made to feel
The aching torments which thy hand can deal;
And Jove, the*ideal king of heaven and earth,
Owned thy dread power, which called stern Wisdom forth.
The aching torments which thy hand can deal;
And Jove, the*ideal king of heaven and earth,
Owned thy dread power, which called stern Wisdom forth.
Wouldst thou thus ever bless each aching head,
And bid Minerva make the brain her bed,
Blessings might then be taught to rise from woe,
And Wisdom spring from every throbbing brow.
And bid Minerva make the brain her bed,
Blessings might then be taught to rise from woe,
And Wisdom spring from every throbbing brow.
But always the reverse to me, unkind,
Folly forever dogs thee close behind;
And from this burning brow, her cap and bell,
Forever jingle Wisdom's funeral knell.
Folly forever dogs thee close behind;
And from this burning brow, her cap and bell,
Forever jingle Wisdom's funeral knell.
