Bare, in its horrible anatomy,
Before thine own excruciated gaze!
D. P. Starkey.
The day
Will come, when virtue from the cloud shall burst,
That long obscured her beams; when sin shall fly
Back to her native hell; there sink eclipsed
In penal darkness, where nor star shall rise,
Nor ever sunshine pierce the impervious gloom.
Glynn.