But I deserved; - for all that time,
When I was loved, admired, caress’d,.
There was within, each secret crime,
Unfelt, uncancell’d, unconfess’d:
I never then my God address’d,
In grateful praise or humble prayer;
And if His Word was not my jest -
(Dread thought!) it never was my care.
I doubted: - fool I was to doubt!
If that all-piercing eye could see, -