Gentle breath of urs my sails..
Must fill, or else my project fails..
Which was to please. now i want..
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant..
And my endin is despair..
Unless i b reliev'd by prayer..
Which pierces so tat it assaults..
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As u from crimes would pardon'd b..
Let ur indulgence set me free..
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