Wretch that I am! Kate, Kate, forgive!”
“My pardon, dearest Whang, receive:
But ’twas not I who gave thee health,
Strength, talent to improve thy wealth;
Who cast thy lot in such fair land,
Or bless’d thee with such liberal hand.
O! turn to Him with thankful prayer
Who deigns e’en yet thy life to spare;
Implore His pardon—kneel with me;
This ruin might have cover’d thee.