Remorse Is Memory Awake, Her Companies Astir, -- A Presence Of Departed Acts At Window And At Door. It's Past Set Down Before The Soul, And Lighted With A Match, Perusal To Facilitate Of Its Condensed Despatch. Remorse Is Cureless, -- The Disease Not Even God Can Heal; For 'T Is His Institution, -- The Complement Of Hell.
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