 | Euphrenia or the Test of Love |  |
XXII.
Awed by the elemental strife,Nor able to control
The current of reproachful thought
That sweeps across his soul,
He seeks a book, but o'er the page
His glances idly stray,
No interest, nor meaning do
The characters convey;
In the sealed volume of his heart,
He reads, with fear intense,
The wiles which Guilt would fain array
'Gainst helpless Innocence.
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