Though cruel human-kind relentless prove,
And least resemble thee in acts of love;
Though friends who should administer relief,
Add pain to woe and misery to grief;
And oft, too oft! with hypocritic air.
Condemn those faults in which they deeply share:
Yet Thou, who dost our various frailties know.
And seest each spring from whence our actions flow,
Shalt, while for mercy to thy throne I fly,21
Regard th' uplifted hand and streaming eye.
Mrs. Pilkington
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