Gush o’er the hardened features of despair!
Nature shall throb in every tender string,—
Thy trembling heart the ruffian’s task deny;—
Thy horror-smitten hands afar shall fling
The blade, undrenched in blood’s eternal dye.
CHORUS.
Hallowed Earth! with indignation
Mark, oh mark, the murderous deed!
Radiant eye of wide creation,
Watch the damnèd parricide!