My dreams were dismal; wheresoe'er I stray'd,
I seem'd ashamed, alarm'd, despised, betray'd;
Always in grief, in guilt, disgraced, forlorn,
Mourning that one so weak, so vile, was born;
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The earth a desert, tumult in the sea,
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The birds affrighted fled from tree to tree,
}
Obscured the setting sun, and every thing like me;