the young, the innocent, who fondly lov'd us;

nay more, that very love their cause of ruin!

o burning hell! in all thy store of torments

there's not a keenersh!

lives there a man so firm, who, while his heart

feels all the bitter horrors of his crime,

can reason down its agonizing throbs;

and, after proper purpose of amendment,

can firmly force his jarring thoughts to peace?

o happy, happy, enviable man!

o glorious magnanimity of soul!