Traitors to God and man avow’d,

By thee now rais’d aloft, now crush’d beneath the crowd.

IV.

Revenge, in blood-stain’d robe arrayed,

Immersed in gloomy joy profound;

Ingratitude, by guilt dismay’d,

With anxious eye wild glancing round,

Still on thy frantic steps attend:

With Death, thy victim’s only friend,

Injustice, to the truth severe,