And piercing cry; and the low feeble wail
Of dying infants; and the half-suppress’d
Deep groan of man in his last agonies!
And, now and then, there swell’d upon the breeze
Strange, savage bursts of laughter, wilder far
Than all the rest.
1st Cit. Of our own fate, perchance,
These awful midnight wailings may be deem’d
An ominous prophecy. Should France regain
Her power among us, doubt not, we shall have