Did not burst forth in tears; if could thy cries
My heart e’er hear unmoved, from pity free
And indignation; then let me disclaim’d
Of virtue be eternally as held,
And barbarous and wicked be one named
As those who with such ruin thee assail’d.
In the eternal book of life are borne,
Written in blood, those cries, which then sent forth
Thy lips to Heaven, such fury doom’d to mourn,
And yet against my country call in wrath.