I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way;
The few lucid mornings that dawn on us here
Are follow’d by gloom or beclouded with fear.

I would not live alway, thus fetter’d by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within:
The rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
The cup of salvation with penitent tears.

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