"Knowing my sin, I ask not, I, to be -- Such grace I dare not ask -- restored to light;
For well I ween such power resides in thee, As Being accepted in thy Maker's sight.
Let it suffice, that I no longer see, Nor let me with perpetual hunger fight.
At least, expel the harpies' loathsome horde, Nor let them more pollute my ravaged board;
