These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

In these lines Hardy voices a characteristic skepticism about any providential design behind human suffering. The “Doomsters” are imagined arbiters of fate, but they are “purblind”—short-sighted, indiscriminating—suggesting that what befalls a person is not morally calibrated reward or punishment. By saying they could as easily have “strown / Blisses” as pain along his “pilgrimage,” the speaker frames life as a journey shaped by chance distributions rather than justice. The effect is both consoling and bleak: consoling because pain is not deserved, bleak because happiness is no more earned or guaranteed than misery.