By lofty hopes and heavenly musings fed;
Then I have seen thy lively looks express
The spirit's comforts in the man's distress.
"Then didst thou cry, exulting, 'Yes, 'tis fit,
'Tis meet and right, my heart! that we submit;'
And wilt thou, Abel, thy new pleasures weigh
Against such triumphs?—Oh! repent and pray.
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"What are thy pleasures?—with the gay to sit,
And thy poor brain torment for awkward wit;