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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.