You have never failed to convict the guilty
No one who does wrong ever escapes your chastening whips
Thou visits the reprobate mind
And the body cannot but show remorse
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I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.
I prayed for glory, and I heard my name
Sung by sweet children and by hoary men.
But ah! the hurts - the hurts that come with fame.
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