That fatal bait hath lured thee back,
In deathful hour, o’er dangerous track;
And how, oh how, can I atone
The wreck my vanity brought on!—
One way remains—I’ll tell him all—
Yes! struggling bosom, forth it shall!
Thou, whose light folly bears the blame
Buy thine own pardon with thy shame!
But first—my father is a man
Outlaw’d and exiled, under ban;