Lines written by the unhappy Sinner since his release.

All you that blaspheme against the Lord, O hear this tale of woe,

While I relate the sufferings the wicked undergo;

I live’d a life of comfort, and riches soon would gain,

Until I blasphemed against the Lord, which has caused me misery and pain.

It rained for weeks, and then for months, it my temper sorely tried,

I cursed the raging elements, my Maker I defied,

I called upon some wicked friends, and soon their aid was given,

I wished that God might sleep six weeks, and no rain descend from Heaven!