Trampled to earth,—the husband from the wife,

Parent from child, with ruthless fury torn,—

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Of talents, honour, virtue, wit, forlorn,

In friendless exile,—of the wise and good

Staining the daily scaffold with their blood,—

Of savage cruelties, that scare the mind,

The rage of madness with hell’s lusts combined,—

Of hearts torn reeking from the mangled breast,—

They hear,—and hope that ALL IS FOR THE BEST.