The vineyard bleeds, and trampled is the com,
Orchards but heat the kettles of the camp....
As when a lake which gushing rains invade
Breaks down its dams, and fields are overflowed.
So floods of fire across the region spread,
And standing corn by crackling flames is mowed:
Bellowing the cattle fly; the forests burn,
And their own ashes the old stems in-urn.
He too, who fain would live in purity,
Feels nature treacherous, hears examples urge,