Wake the loud revel! The roar of the sea,
And the drowning ones’ death-shriek, our music shall be!
While our beacon of vengeance illumines the night,
And the deep thunder peals from his mantle of light—
While the freed winds rejoice—and the fierce lightnings glance—
’Tis the blithe hour of revel! On—on with the dance!
SONG.
Come, fill a pledge to sorrow,
The song of mirth is o’er,
And if there’s sunshine in our hearts,