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254 In the strange solemn scene, And the shrill clarion gave the' appointed sound, Pierced sudden through the reins, Awakening all thy pains, And drew a silent shower of bitter tears Down Peter's blushing cheek, late pale with coward fears. Cruel Remorse ! where Youth and Pleasure sport, And thoughtless Folly keeps her court, Crouching midst rosy bowers thou lurk'st unseen ; Slumbering the festal hours away, While Youth disports in that enchanting scene ; Till on some fated day Thou with a tiger-spring dost leap upon thy prey, And tear his helpless breast, o'erwhelmed with wild dismay. Mark that poor wretch with clasped hands! Pale o'er his parent's grave he stands,