Soon crime to crime succeeds;
At length beguil'd to theft, the maid
By her beguiler bleeds.
"Yet learn, seducing men, not night,
With all its sable cloud,
Can screen the guilty deed from sight:
Foul murder cries aloud!
"The gaping wounds, the blood-stain'd steel,
Now shock his trembling soul;
But ah! what pangs his breast must feel