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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
That wrath will never spare,

⁠Will never pity know;
Will mock its victims maddened prayer,
⁠Will triumph in his woe.


Shut from his Maker's smile
⁠The accursed man shall be;
For mercy reigns a little while,
⁠But hate eternally.[1]


  1. ↑ An alternative in the author's manuscript runs:—
    'Compassion smiles a little while,
    ⁠Revenge eternally.'
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