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"Here Virtue spurns me with disdain, There, pleasure spreads her snare; Strong habit draws me back to vice, So urged, by full despair.-- I strive, while hunger gnaws my heart, To fly from shame in vain: World, 'tis thy cruel will! -- I yeild And plunge in [[underline]] guilt [[/underline]] again."-- There's mercy in each ray of light Which mortal eyes e'er saw. There's mercy in each breath of air Which mortal lips e'er draw. There's mercy both for bird, and beast In Gods indulgent plan, There's mercy for each creeping thing But man has none for man."
