And from the demons to his closet flew:
There when secured, he pray’d with earnest seal,
That all they wish’d these patriot-souls might feel;
“Let them to France, their darling country, haste,
And all the comforts of a Frenchman taste;
Let them his safety, freedom, pleasure know,
Feel all their rulers on the land bestow;
And be at length dismiss’d by one unerring blow, -
Not hack’d and hew’d by one afraid to strike,
But shorn by that which shears all men alike;