That still the more we pay, our debts the more remain;
That he who feels not the mysterious call,
Lies bound in sin, still grov'ling from the fall.
My husband felt not;—our persuasion, prayer,
And our best reason darken'd his despair;
His very nature changed; he now reviled
My former conduct—he reproach'd my child;
He talk'd of bastard slips, and cursed his bed,
And from our kindness to concealment fled;
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