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V.

[Why fails my courage now?]

Why fails my courage now?
Why tremble I at death?
Why sweats my throbbing brow,
To yield that trifle—breath?
Alas! some pow'r within
Incessant seems to say;
That I, in deepest sin,
Have trifled life away.
Oh! save me from the deep,
That life I may renew;
Suspend the blow, but keep
Death ever in my view.