And thers made for man!

        the process of our love and wisdom,

        to eac us--

        Most i, per if guilty?

        Is the only cure? Merciful God?

        Eacural outlet shrivelld up

        By ignorand parcy,

        ,

        And stagnate and corrupt; till co poison,

        t on ;

        tebanks--

        And t cure! unforted

        And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,

        And savage faces, at the king hour,

        Seen teams and vapour of his dungeon,

        By t! So he lies

        Circled ill his very soul

        Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed

        By sigy!

        itrations ture!

        tempered child:

        t on    in?uences,

        ts,

        ters,

        till , and o more endure

        to be a jarring and a dissonant thing,

        Amid trelsy;

        But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,

        healed and harmonized

        By t toucy.
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