[Angria and the Angrians] II(f) 1

more sorrowing over the dreams of a blighted and evanescent world greiving about likes and dislikes in the <dirty> heap of corrupting mortality more marks of your progress on the cursed road of self ignorance when not a joy not a sorrow should enter the heart o[f] a penitent sinner—aye you may start but I only despise you for it—wait and I’ll tell you how that should be—Oh my father cries one among you—Oh my Mother, how my feelings cling to you who protected me and guided me through the world oh my Sister my Brother the Companions of my childhood the beings round whom thye[sic] associations hang that sanctify my early years. Oh my friend my friend the object of the natural yearning of my heart to [whom] <thy> sorrows and joys are known with whom they are shared and by whom they are alleviated—Oh my Lover the only celestial vision that ever can be known below Oh my Wife my Husband, the blessed stay of a period when childhood with its fairy dreams is gone and age with its hideous realitys is come the only harbour of blessed repose from the frightful suddenness of that changing heaven and coming storm—-Oh all feelings that link me to my fellow creatures and shew me that life has at least some dregs of honey mingled with its draughts of bitter bitter gall!