Judgment awoke not here her dismal tromp,
Nor sealed in blood a fellow-creature’s doom,
Nor mourned the captive in a living tomb.
One venerable man, beloved of all,
Sufficed, where innocence was yet in bloom,
To sway the strife, that seldom might befall:
And Albert was their judge in patriarchal hall.
VIII.
How reverend was the look, serenely aged,
He bore, this gentle Pennsylvanian sire,