Lo! wild Despair’s relentless knife
High rais’d against his sacred life!
Blind Jealousy the poisoned drug prepares!
’Till horror’s starting eye-ball glares,
And squallid Terror flies before,
While reckless Fury rushes on,
His poniard red with reeking gore,
Warm from the heart in which he liv’d alone!
’Tis past; still virtue claims thy care,
The fev’rish reign of vice soon melts in air.