Upon her death-bed laid, confessing to a friend }
Her full belief, for to the hour she died }
This she profess’d——“The truth I must not hide, }
It was my brother’s form, and in the night he died. 920}
In sorrow and in shame has pass’d my time,
All I have suffer’d [follow’d] from my crime;
I sinn’d with warning—when I gave my hand,
A power within said, urgently—Withstand!
And I resisted—O! my God, what shame,
What years of torment from that frailty came.