And Hawley joys his mandates to perform.
To whom compar'd an Alva's name is sweet,
Brave in the field tho' cruel in the State.
See thro' the land how hostil fury burns
And peopled vales to rueful deserts turns!
See how the smoking country round thee groans,
Invokes in vain thy desolated towns!
See age unrev'renc'd, dragg'd from peaceful ease
And join'd in dreary jayls to loath'd disease!
Before their sires see ravished maids complain,