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 Who nurs'd in darkness and made wild by want Dost roam for prey, yea thy unnatural hand Liftest to deeds of blood! O pale-eyed Form, The victim of seduction, doom'd to know Polluted nights and days of blasphemy; Who in loath'd orgies with lewd wassailers Must gaily laugh, while thy remember'd Home Gnaws like a viper at thy secret heart! O aged Women! ye who weekly catch The morsel tost by law-forc'd Charity, And die so slowly, that none call it murder! O loathly-visag'd Suppliants! ye that oft Rack'd with disease, from the unopen'd gate Of the full Lazar-house, heart-broken crawl! O ye to scepter'd Glory's gore-drench'd field Forc'd or ensnar'd, who swept by Slaughter's scythe,