‘Father!’ said I, ‘Have mercy:’ he replied,
I know not what - the angry spirit lied, -
‘Didst thou not draw thy knife?’ said he: - ’Twas true,
But I had pity and my arm withdrew:
He cried for mercy, which I kindly gave,
But he has no compassion in his grave.
“There were three places, where they ever rose, -
The whole long river has not such as those -
Places accursed, where, if a man remain,
He’ll see the things which strike him to the brain;