And unlamented die.

"You gave me life, but with it gave

What made that life a curse;

My sins uncurb'd, my mind untaught,

Soon grew from bad to worse.

"I thought that if I 'scap'd the stroke

Of man's avenging rod,

All would be well, and I might mock

The vengeful pow'r of God.

"My hands no honest trade were taught,