When my vain help was offer’d, he was past
All human aid, and shortly breathed his last;
But his heart open’d, and he lived to see
Guilt in himself, and find a friend in me. 870
“Strange was their parting—parting on the day
I offer’d help, and took the man away,
Sure not to meet again, and not to live
And taste of joy—He feebly cried, ‘Forgive!
I have thy guilt, thou mine, but now adieu! }
Tempters and tempted! what will thence ensue }