The wolf of law, with unrelenting fangs,
Tearing the bowels of our mangled mate;
Fell conviction, hovering o’er us, hangs;
The scourge of Justice, ah! what ills await;
Amazement in the van, and fear combined,
And poverty and cold imprisonment behind.
What tho’ Clifford, daring chief,
Has gained, by chance, a short lived fame,
That will to us bring no relief,
Who fed the fire and fann’d the flame;