As thine inheritance by birth.
Thy scornful smile,—thy searching eyes,—
We might detest, but not despise.
Thou prodigal of human life!
Nor only in the battle’s strife:—
Behold a captive Turkish band;
Indignant, pale, and mute they stand.
Inclosed by living walls, they view
The features of thy dreadful crew,
And see the mark of Cain imprest—