of guilt, perhaps, when we've involved others,
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 keener lash!
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!