What pain darts across me![666] My blood is on fire!
My brain reels,—Oh, mercy! is’t thus I expire![667]
Help! help! Oh, will no one attend to my cry!
Must I in my agony unaided lie,
And suffer the torment the damned[668] only feel!
Ha! no;—I’ve a friend left in thee, faithful steel:[669]
Thou shalt end all and quickly;—thy virtue I’ll try;
Ah, Count! thou art well avenged;—thus—thus![670] I die!
—Thos. F. Wilford, A. M.