"CURS'D be the Precepts of my selfish Sire,
" Who bad me after fatal Gold aspire!
"Curs'd be myself, and doubly curs'd, who sold
" A faithful Friend, to gain that fatal Gold! —
"O! could these gloomy Woods my Sin conceal,
" Or in my Bosom quench this firy ;
"Here would I pine my wretched Life away,
" Or to the hungry Savage fall a Prey —
"But can the gloomy Woods conceal my Sin,
" Or cooling Shadows quench the  within?
"No; like some Spirit banish'd Heav'n, I find
" Terrors in ev'ry Place, to rack my Mind;
"Tormenting conscious Plagues increase my Care,
" And guilty Thoughts indulge my just Despair —
"O! where shall I that piercing Eye evade,
" That scans the Depths of Hell's tremendous Shade? "