A FORLORN HOPE
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Lest you should feel That I am all unworthy of your grace, I set me in your presence to reveal Whate’er of good within my heart hath place. Lest you should then Love me too well at first, and then despise— Finding I am but weak as other men— I do not hide my folly from your eyes. Mask’d with no sham, When thus my strivings and my sins you see, Although you cannot love the man I am, You yet may love the man I strive to be.