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LXXXII. THE DYING CRIMINAL.

His life was spent in sin, and, often owed,
Was paid the law's just forfeit. But at last,
Ere from the death-doom'd frame the spirit past,
The outward marks of penitence he showed;
With faith, 'twas said, with love, with transport glowed;
Nor want there some, by whom he's surely class'd
With God's elect in glory. Who would blast
Hope's opening bud for him, the heavenward road
Who seems e'en thus to seek?—Yet who may dare
Pronounce him blest, for who can rightly weigh
His faith and late repentance?—Leave him where
God's word has left him. Thou meanwhile obey
The calls of palpable duty; nor forbear
Till night's approach the labour of the day!