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Rouge Gagne

 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis 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!