“Yet more, yet deeper woe, shall those behold

Who live through toils unequall’d and untold!

On the wild shore, beneath the burning sky,

The hapless pair, exhausted, sink to die!

Bedew the rock with tears of pain intense,

Of bitterest anguish, thrilling every sense;

Till in one last embrace, with mortal throes,

Their struggling spirits mount from anguish to repose!”

As the dark phantom sternly thus portray’d

Our future ills, in Horror’s deepest shade,—