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16 Then come the hours of shame and fear The hints of horror seize your ear; While gleams of lost delight Raise the deep discord of the brain, As light'ning shines along the main Thro' whirlwinds and thro' night.

No more can faith or candor move; But each ingenuous deed of love Which once you would applaud, Now, smiling o'er her dark distress, Malignant fancy longs to dress Like injury and fraud.

Farewel to virtue's peaceful times! For soon you'll stoop to act the crimes You thus can stoop to fear: When vice begins her ugly train With wrongs of such unmanly stain, What horrors form the rear! 'Tis