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And all suspicion in my breast beguile,

Or melt one down to love against my will,

And soothe, or bid my rising hate be still:

I now address thee softer than a friend,

With anxcious thot & the endearing mind,

To warn of final scenes not far remote,

When thou, probationer must take thy rest,

And leave this rooling world beset with ills,

Where treason resigns & disappointment dwells,

Exchanging time for an eternity,

Dislodged from dust, thy soul at last set free,

But held in bond to that great judgment day,

From which there's no escape, that may delay

The summons, that shall drag thee forth to hear,

Thy final doom redoubling all thy fear ~