"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;