That one so proud could stoop to simulate
The purest feelings of this earthly state.
Yet words were useless, where no sense of blame
Could start a tear, nor tinge thy cheek with shame.
More merciful than thou to him, he prays
No pangs like his may wound thy lingering days;
Implores thy sins to him may be forgiven,
And leaves thee to the clemency of Heaven.
C. W. Day.