For, lo! another train succeeds,
Avengers of atrocious deeds!
See purple Guilt, with look aghast,
By torturing passions vexed sore,
Possess’d his soul with haggard fear,
As conscience still to virtue dear
Holds up a gloomy picture of the past,
And keen remorse still bids him “sleep no more,”
Till tears of forc’d contrition ceaseless flow,
And furies hurl him to the shades below.