No nutriment, and the unsparing ax 

 Cut off his branches. From a loathing world 

 He shall be chased away, and leave behind 

 No son or nephew to bear up his name 

 Among the people. No kind memories 

 Shall linger round his ashes, or refresh 

 The bearts of men. They who come after him 

 Shall be astonish'd at his doom, as they 

 Who went before him, view'd it with affright. 

 Such is the lot of those who know not God 

 Or wickedly renounce Him." 

 Earnestly 

 Replied the suffering man, 

 "Ye vex my soul 

 And break it into pieces. These ten times 

 Have ye reproach'd me, without sense of shame 

 Or touch of sympathy. If I have err'd 

 As without witness ye essay to prove 

 'Tis my concern, not yours. 

 But yet, how vain 

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