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III

Stephen Dorsey

Flee, heedless stranger, from this spot accurst,

Where rests in Satan an offender first

In point of greatness, as in point of time,

Of new-school rascals who proclaim their crime.

Skilled with a frank loquacity to blab

The dark arcana of each mighty grab,

And famed for lying from his early youth,

He sinned secure behind a veil of truth.

Some lock their lips upon their deeds; some write

A damning record and conceal from sight;

Some, with a lust of speaking, die to quell it.

His way to keep a secret was to tell it.