But in the hope to balm thy wo,
And point thee to that Mercy-seat,
Where penitence and pardon meet.
Heaven comfort thee, poor girl!”
——“And may
That Heaven thy words with blessings pay!
Stranger, all guilty as I seem,
Do not too harshly of me deem.
’Tis long since pitying word or look
To me were given—scorn I could brook;