That I conceived around were demons all,
And till I fled the house, I fear’d its fall.
“Oh! could our country from our coasts expel
Such foes! to nourish those who wish her well:
This her mild laws forbid, but we may still
From us eject them by our sovereign will;
This let us do.” - He said, and then began
A gentler feeling for the silent man;
E’en in our hero’s mighty soul arose
A touch of pity for experienced woes;