In midnight darkness, whisper’d my last sigh.
I whisper’d what should echo through their realms;
Nor writ her name, whose tomb should pierce the skies.
Presumptuous fear! How durst I dread her foes, 180
While nature’s loudest dictates I obey’d?
Pardon necessity, bless’d shade! of grief
And indignation rival bursts I pour’d;
Half execration mingled with my prayer;
Kindled at man, while I his God adored; 185
Sore grudged the savage land her sacred dust;