Ban goc (Tiếng Anh)

CHAPTER I. RECOVERY.   Something I know. Oft, shall it come about     When every heart is full of hope for man,   The horizon straight is darkened, and a doubt     Clouds all. The work the youth so well began   Wastes down, and by some deed of shame is finished.     Ah, yet we will not be dismayed:   What seemed the triumph of the Fiend at length     Might be the effort of some dying devil,   Permitted to put forth his fullest strength     To loose it all forever