XLVII + 

Penance + 

Mortal! if e’er thy spirits faint, + 

By grief or pain opprest, + 

Seek not vain hope, or sour complaint, + 

To cheer or ease thy breast: + 

But view thy bitterest pangs as sent + 

A shadow of that doom, + 

Which is the soul’s just punishment + 

In its own guilt’s true home. + 

Be thine own judge; hate thy proud heart; + 

And while the sad drops flow, + 

E’en let thy will attend the smart, + 

And sanctify thy woe. + 