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gie poor frailty nas,

suppose a chan o&039; cases;

a dear-lov&039;d d, nvenience snug,

a treach&039;ro clation—

but let whisper i&039; your g,

ye&039;re aibls nae teptation

then ntly scan your brother an,

still ntler sister woan;

tho&039; they ay gang a kenn wrang,

to step aside is huan:

one pot t still be greatly dark,—

the ovg why they do it;

and jt as ly can ye ark,

how far perhaps they rue it

who ade the heart, &039;tis he alone

decidedly can try ;

he knows each chord, its vario tone,

each sprg, its vario bias:

then at the bance let&039;s be ute,

we never can adjt it;

what&039;s done we partly ay pute,

but know not what&039;s resisted