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64 "These were my haunts in my olden sprightly Hours of breath; Here I went tempting frail youth nightly To their death; But you deemed me chaste—me, a tinselled sinner! How thought you one with pureness in her Could pace this street Eyeing some man to greet?

"Well; your very simplicity made me love you Mid such town dross, Till I set not Heaven itself above you, Who grew my Cross; For you'd only nod, despite how I sighed for you; So you tortured me, who fain would have died for you! —What I suffered then Would have paid for the sins of ten!

"Thus went the days. I feared you despised me To fling me a nod Each time, no more: till love chastised me As with a rod