Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe,
Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!
Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear,
Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career;—
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!
The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there,
Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air—
On Prague’s proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below;