Clouds and darkness shroud the rest.
Appalling scene—but not the worst!
Another rises more accurst;
For thine, in every danger tried,
(Thou most ungrateful homicide!)
Feeble and wounded as they lie,
But taste thy venomed cup—and die!
Why glare these torches in the rifted earth,
Deepening the midnight gloom of upper air?
Does Nature teem with some disastrous birth,