Nor does the flaming sword of vengeance sheath,
Tho' the last pang be paid to victor Death.
O'er the fall'n reliques new dishonours brood;
Unholy fury rends the sacred shroud;
If to the sea consign'd—the hallow'd corse
The briny monsters seize with savage force.
If to the fresh'ning flood the lifeless clay,
Rank alligators seize the quiv'ring prey.
Or when, more-favour'd, on the burning land
The kindred dust is mix'd with solemn hand,