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While sunk in deepest solitude and woe, My streaming eyes with ceaseless sorrow flow, While anguish wears the sleepless night away, And fresher grief awaits returning day; Encompassed round with ruin, want, and shame. Undone in fortune, blasted in my fame; Lost to the soft endearing ties of life. And tender names of daughter, mother, wife; Can no recess from calumny be found? And yet can fate inflict a deeper wound!

Shed then a ray divine, all-graceous Heaven, Pardon the soul that sues to be forgiven. Rh