Away! within those awful cells
The savage lord of Afric dwells!
Heard ye his voice?—the lion’s roar
Swells as when billows break on shore.
Well may the camel shake with fear,
And the steed pant—his foe is near.
Haste! light the torch, bid watchfires throw
Far o’er the waste, a ruddy glow;
Keep vigil—guard the bright array
Of flames that scare him from his prey;