Of civil discord o’er each troubled land,
While desolation marks her furious course,
And thrones subverted bow beneath her force.
Behold! she pours her Monarch’s guiltless blood,
And quaffs with savage joy the crimson flood;
Then, proud the deadly trophies to display
Of her foul crimes, resistless bursts away,
Unaw’d by justice, unappall’d by fear,
And runs with giant strength her mad career.
Where’er her banners float in barbarous pride,