Appears, the dogs and men pursue
The blood-stained thief in open view,
When, gorged with blood, his flesh and paws
Appease the hounds’ more hungry maws.
Torn thus may traitors find such room,
When light dispels our Country’s gloom.
Have we the Fathers’ precepts kept?
Alas! too soundly we have slept,
And let the precious moments fly,
Regardless how! no watchful eye