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.