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Unbind thine eyes, with thine own soul confer, / Look on the sins that made thy life unclean, / Behold how poor thy vaunted virtues were, / How weak thy faith, thy deeds how small and mean, / How far from thy high dreams thy life hath been, / How poor thy use of all thou hast received, / How little of all God's glory thou hast seen, / How misconstrued that which thou hast perceived.
Turn not thine eyes away from thine unworth, / The cup of shame drink to the bitter lees; / And when thou art lowerèd to the least on earth, / And in the dust makest common cause with these, / Then shall kind arms enfold thee, bringing peace, / The Earth, thy Mother, shall assuage thy pain, / Her woods and fields, Her quiet streams and seas / Shall touch thy soul, and make thee whole again.