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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.