REMORSE AND DESPAIR.

Henceforth, let no man trust the first false step Of guilt. It hangs upon a precipice, Whose deep descent in last perdition ends. How far am I plung'd down, beyond all thought Which I this evening fram'd— Consummate horror! guilt beyond, a name!— Dare not, my soul, repent. In thee, repentance Were second guilt; and 'twere blaspheming Heav'n To hope for mercy. My pain can only cease When gods want power to punish.—Ha!—the dawn— Rise never more, O fun!—let night prevail: Eternal darkness close the world's wide scene— And hide me from myself.