"My God, I worship only thee,
Oh be my sins forgiven!"
[ THE MANIAC OF VICTORY. ]
But here comes one, that seems to out–rejoice
All the rejoicing tribe! wild is her eye,
And frantic is her air, and fanciful
Her sable suit; and round, she rapid rolls
Her greedy eyes upon the spangled street.
And drinks with greedy gaze upon the sparkling scene!
"And see!" she cries how they have graced the hour