For wrath divine hath made him like a wheel--

Who first invented work, and bound the free

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To plough, loom, anvil, spade--and oh! most sad

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In that red realm from which are no returnings:九*九*藏*書

Where toiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye

Task ever plies mid rotatory burnings,

Sabbathless Satan九九藏書! he who his unglad

That round and round incalculably reel--

He, and his thoughts, keep pensive working-day九*九*藏*書.

Who but the Being unblest, alien from good,

And holyday-rejoicing spirit down

To the ever-haunting importunity