And Anguish, dropping still the life-consuming tear.

V.

Oh swiftly on my country’s head,

Destroyer, lay thy ruthless hand;

Nor yet in Gallic terrors clad,

Nor circled by the Marseilles band,

(As by th’ initiate thou art seen),

With thund’ring cannon, guillotine,

With screaming Horror’s funeral cry,

Fire, Rapine, sword, and chains, and ghastly Poverty.