Let joy abound! we cannot stay
The car triumphal on its way.
But hark, once more, that dreadful knell
That haunts us like a weird spell!
A dismal sound like stifled sigh,
That rises to a wail or cry!
Dread rumor spreading as she springs,
Sheds poison from her baleful wings,
Infecting mortals as she goes,
And stirring up their fount of woes.