To the poor startled sinner at his side,
“Is it in law? am I condemned to die?
Let me escape! - I’ll give - oh! let me fly -
How! but a dream! - no judges! dungeon! chain!
Or these grim men! - I will not sleep again -
Wilt thou, dread being! thus thy promise keep?
Day is thy time - and wilt thou murder sleep?
Sorrow and want repose, and wilt thou come,
Nor give one hour of pure untroubled gloom?
“Oh! Conscience! Conscience! man’s most faithful friend,