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ode, sacred to the ory of rs oswald of auchencruive

dweller yon dunon dark,

hangan of creation! ark,

who widow-weeds appears,

den with unhonour&039;d years,

noosg with care a burstg purse,

baited with any a deadly curse?

strophe

view the wither&039;d belda&039;s face;

can thy keen spection trace

aught of huanity&039;s sweet, ltg grace?

note that eye, &039;tis rheu o&039;erflows;

pity&039;s flood there never rose,

see these hands ne&039;er stretched to save,

hands that took, but never gave:

keeper of aon&039;s iron chest,

lo, there she goes, unpitied and unblest,

she goes, but not to reals of everstg rest!

antistrophe

pnderer of aries! lift the eyes,

(a while forbear, ye torturg fiends;)

seest thou whose step, unwillg, hither bends?

no fallen anl, hurl&039;d fro upper skies;

&039;tis thy trty onda ate,

doo&039;d to share thy fiery fate;

she, tardy, hell-ward plies

epode

and are they of no ore avail,

ten thoand glitterg pounds a-year?

other worlds can aon fail,

onipotent as he is here!

o, bitter ockery of the popo bier,

while down the wretched vital part is driven!

the cave-lodd beggar,with a nscience clear,

expires rags, unknown, and goes to heaven