THE OLIO.

CONSCIENCE.
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When tanIalizing pain shall stop

 The passage of thy breath, And thee compelled to swear thyself ss.';ss:s, =ss v ant unto death; Then shall one yirtuous deed impart More pleasure to thy mind, Than all the treasures that on earth Ambitious thoughts can find. The we'll spent time of one short day, One hour or moment, then Shall be more sweet than all the joys

 Amongst us mortal men. Then shalt thou find but one refuge

 Which comfort can retain A guiltless conscience pure and clear From touch of sinful stain.