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...again! Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit.) louk'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play:— Though...glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, tliat have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite'. Encounter morning's glorious rays....

...fierce and savage aspect dismounts from his steed, in all the perturbation of guilt and remorse. " Yet tranquil now, that man of crime {As if the balmy...that unclouded joyous gaze, As torches, that have burned all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. 'But, hark...

...fierce and savage aspect dismounts from hit steed, in all the perturbation of guilt and remorse. " Yet tranquil now, that man of crime (As if the balmy...its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, A* torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious...

...again ! Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though...joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night ^^H Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper...

...man of crime, (As if the balmy evening lime Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rns'j infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurjd glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure...

...damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again ! ' Yet •<- Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit, ) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er...

...Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again ! Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er...

...profan'd— Oaths broken— and the thrtfchold staiii'd With blood of gueels— »re all deeply graven there. Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening lime , Soflen'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant'* play : — Though ulill, whene'er...

...resting from some unhallowed toil, with the stamp of all evil passions and evil deeds on his face. * Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. * But hark ! the vesper-call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the...