That his own soul must suffer misery,

He would crush down his fellow-beings with

The weight of his own gloom. His voice shall fill

The earth with one loud cry; at his command,

The homes of thousands shall be desolate;

At his command, fathers shall give their sons

To be devoured by lingering fire, or stretched

Upon a wheel, whose racking torture tears

The victim limb-meal, and then lift their hands,

Their impious hands, to heaven, and call the deed