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Time Night Scene the woods	A
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Where shall I turn me whither shall I bend	B
My weary way thus worn with toil and faint	C
How thro' the thorny mazes of this wood	D
Attain my distant dwelling that deep cry	E
That rings along the forest seems to sound	F
My parting knell it is the midnight howl	G
Of hungry monsters prowling for their prey	H
Again oh save me save me gracious Heaven	I
I am not fit to die	E
Thou coward wretch	J
Why heaves thy trembling heart why shake thy limbs	K
Beneath their palsied burden is there ought	L
So lovely in existence would'st thou drain	M
Even to its dregs the bitter draught of life	N
Dash down the loathly bowl poor outcast slave	O
Stamp'd with the brand of Vice and Infamy	P
Why should the villain Frederic shrink from Death	Q
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Death where the magic in that empty name	R
That chills my inmost heart why at the thought	L
Starts the cold dew of fear on every limb	S
There are no terrors to surround the Grave	O
When the calm Mind collected in itself	T
Surveys that narrow house the ghastly train	M
That haunt the midnight of delirious Guilt	U
Then vanish in that home of endless rest	V
All sorrows cease Would I might slumber there	W
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Why then this panting of the fearful heart	X
This miser love of Life that dreads to lose	Y
Its cherish'd torment shall the diseased man	Z
Yield up his members to the surgeon's knife	N
Doubtful of succour but to ease his frame	R
Of fleshly anguish and the coward wretch	J
Whose ulcered soul can know no human help	A2
Shrink from the best Physician's certain aid	B2
Oh it were better far to lay me down	C2
Here on this cold damp earth till some wild beast	D2
Seize on his willing victim	E2
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If to die	E
Were all it were most sweet to rest my head	F2
On the cold clod and sleep the sleep of Death	Q
But if the Archangel's trump at the last hour	G2
Startle the ear of Death and wake the soul	H2
To frenzy dreams of infancy fit tales	I2
For garrulous beldames to affrighten babes	J2
I have been guilty yet my mind can bear	W
The retrospect of guilt yet in the hour	G2
Of deep contrition to THE ETERNAL look	K2
For mercy for the child of Poverty	P
And disinherited of happiness	L2
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What if I warr'd upon the world the world	M2
Had wrong'd me first I had endur'd the ills	N2
Of hard injustice all this goodly earth	O2
Was but to me one wild waste wilderness	L2
I had no share in Nature's patrimony	P
Blasted were all my morning hopes of Youth	P2
Dark DISAPPOINTMENT follow'd on my ways	Q2
CARE was my bosom inmate and keen WANT	R2
Gnaw'd at my heart ETERNAL ONE thou know'st	S2
How that poor heart even in the bitter hour	G2
Of lewdest revelry has inly yearn'd	T2
For peace	U2
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My FATHER I will call on thee	P
Pour to thy mercy seat my earnest prayer	W
And wait thy peace in bowedness of soul	H2
Oh thoughts of comfort how the afflicted heart	X
Tired with the tempest of its passions rests	V2
On you with holy hope the hollow howl	G
Of yonder harmless tenant of the woods	A
Bursts not with terror on the sober'd sense	W2
If I have sinn'd against mankind on them	X2
Be that past sin they made me what I was	Y2
In these extremest climes can Want no more	Z2
Urge to the deeds of darkness and at length	A3
Here shall I rest What tho' my hut be poor	B3
The rains descend not thro' its humble roof	C3
Would I were there again the night is cold	D3
And what if in my wanderings I should rouse	E3
The savage from his thicket	F3
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Hark the gun	I
And lo the fire of safety I shall reach	J
My little hut again again by toil	G3
Force from the stubborn earth my sustenance	H3
And quick ear'd guilt will never start alarm'd	I3
Amid the well earn'd meal This felon's garb	J3
Will it not shield me from the winds of Heaven	I
And what could purple more Oh strengthen me	P
Eternal One in this serener state	K3
Cleanse thou mine heart so PENITENCE and FAITH	L3
Shall heal my soul and my last days be peace	U2

Robert Southey

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