Alas my country! shall I not undeceive her?
Shall I not strike one patriotic blow?
I'd help her had I but the means, the lever—
"Leave her!"
May we not hope? speak Echo, thou must know—
"No!"
Then shall be heard—when, round us slowly creeping,
Shall come this adverse blast to fill our sails—
Instead of mirth, while hope aside 'tis sweeping—
"Weeping!"