Till urged by famine’s rage, the shaggy band
Seemed even the flame’s bright terrors to defy;
Then mid the group he hurled the blazing brand;
Swift they disperse, and raise the scattered cry;
But, rallying soon, back to the siege they came,
And in their rage scarce faltered at the flame.
LII.
Yet Williams deemed that persecution took
A form in them less odious than in men;
He on their proper solitude had broke,—