XXXVII

Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me,

      Thou noteless blot on a remembered name!

      But be thyself, and know thyself to be!

      And ever at thy season be thou free

      To spill the venom when thy fangs o'erflow:

      Remorse and Self-contempt shall cling to thee;

      Hot Shame shall burn upon thy secret brow,

And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt—as now.