Its blandishments and snares ignores,
While high o’er passion’s waves he soars,
Resolved to save the Ship of State,
In spite of rebels, hell and fate.
Thus retributive justice woke
Swift vengeance with unerring stroke,
On each assassin’s guilty head;
And now behold them stark and dead!
Booth, like a wild beast, by a ball
Which freed him from life’s torturing thrall: