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Ah! no-- the fault was mine, I stand alone,
To plead surprisal is a poor abuse, What can I say to palliate, or excuse ? I broke thro' all, though conscience did her part, Conscience, the faithful guardian of the heart; How vile must I appear, how lost a thing, The worst of tyrants, and no more a king! O! do not thou my abject state despise, But let my soul find favour in thy eyes ! Though loathsome is my crimų, and foul the stain, The humble suppliant never kneels in vain.
Amazing terrors in my bosom roll, And damp the rising vigour of my soul;
Tis guilt, 'tis conscious guilt, that shakes my frame, That chills my ardor and benights my flame; Ah! mighty God, vouchsafe thy quick’ning ray,) Chase from my mind those sable clouds away, One kind regard can give again the day. How few offenders hy thy rigour fall; Thy pity intervenes and shelters all; Let me that vast extensive pity find, And kindly blot my follies from my mind: If e'er my artless youth was thy delight, If e'er my soul was precious in thy sight, If it is worthy thy paternal care, . Restore me to thyself, and fix me there: A gen'rous ardour to my breast impart, And let thy grace divine enlarge my heart, Then should a thousand gay delusions rise, Should flatt'ring vice sit smiling in my eyes, Undaunted I will go my faith to prove, And give my God an instance of my love ! The bright temptation shall before me flee, And my untainted soul shall rest on thee.
I fear like Saul I have incurr'd thy hate, And as I fill his throne, should share his fate; Well I remember how th' infernal guest Tumultuous heard, and labor'd in his breast; Amaz'd I saw his dreadful eye-balls roll, Whilst one continued earthquake shook his soul;
His frantic rage subsided as I play'd,
Speak, mighty God! and bid the suppliant live, Let my charm'd ears but hear the word Forgite ; My muse shall spread the joyful tidings round, And to remotest worlds convey the sound; Whilst other sinners shall obedient prove, And taught by me shall wonder at thy love: No more their minds ignobler fires shall warm, But looser pleasures want a pow'r to charm: My firm resolve shall their example be, To place their trust in virtue and in Thee. By other hands let the mute herd be slain, And on a thousand altars smoke in vain; These tears my better advocates shall be, No poor atoning man sliall die for me; My penitence shall act a nobler part, I bring a broken and a contrite heart : But O! if stricter justice must be done, And my relentless fate comes rolling on, I stand the mark, whatever is decreed, Be Israel safe, and let its monarch bleed: On me, on me thy utmost vengeance take, But spare my people for thy mercies' sake; O let Jerusalem to ages stand, Build thou her walls, and spread her wide command ! So shall thy name for ever be ador’d, And future worlds like me shall bless the LORD.
Silent Nymph, with carious eye!