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The rich dwell there, who know not want; Who loathe that wretchedness whose name Is there an unfamiliar sound:— Why is not my estate the same?

I may have sinn'd, and punishment For that most ignorant sin incur; But be the curse upon my head,— Oh, let it not descend to her!

Sleep, dear one! 'tis a weary world; Sleep the sweet slumber of the grave! Vex me no more with thy vain words: What worth is that you seek to save?