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ALE Roamer thro' the Night! thou poor Forlorn! Remorse that man on his death-bed possess, Who in the credulous hour of tenderness Betrayed, then cast thee forth to Want and Scorn! The world is pityless: the Chaste one's pride Mimic of Virtue scowls on thy distress: Thy Loves and they, that envied thee, deride: And Vice alone will shelter Wretchedness! O! I am sad to think, that there should be Cold-bosom'd Lewd ones, who endure to place Foul offerings on the shrine of Misery, And force from the caress of ! May He shed healing on thy fore disgrace, He, the great that rules above!