The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, March 1844. Various

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      From this brow, where the Angel of Death’s fiery dart

      Had graven the curse of Cain.

      ‘Remorse has oft waved his dusky wings

      O’er the path I was doom’d to tread;

      Despair has long frozen Hope’s warm springs;

      I have felt the soul’s madness which Memory brings,

      When she wakes up the murder’d dead.

      ‘Tell me not now of God’s mercy or love!