A paragon fram'd by my shallow brain,
And not the sinner God died to save?
I have driven madness out of my brain,
Studying life with intolerant eyes;
Praying and weeping and praying again—
Earth is good for nothing but prayers and sighs.
We all are made up of follies and faults,
That, if time but serv'd, would lead us to crime;
And for every time my darling halts,
I am sure I have halted fifty times!