A maddened brain, a spirit strong,
Has pressed aside that startled throng.
With glaring eyes and purple cheeks,
Fitch Moreland's side a woman seeks,
While o'er her half-ethereal frame
The altar sheds its holy flame.
The grasp on Moreland's arm was light,
But those wild eyes, so wildly bright,
His craven soul with terror fill,
For now he knows crazed Alice Hill.