Hath fled at length in prayer.
“The slayer o’er the slaughtered stood,
And wiped his reeking blade,
And on his shoulders painfully
The bleeding corpse he laid.
“And onward to the roaring stream
That load of guilt he bore,
That, plunged beneath its wave, the dead
Might blast his sight no more.
“By this, the sun was sunk in night,