Oh goddess of the tear-swoln eye!
Be sacred Justice ever nigh,
In all her grizly horrors clad!
To tell the tyrant trembling on his throne
He lives not for himself alone.
In vain he ’scapes from human law;
Her airy ministers still haunt the bad,
Sink deep into his soul, and keep him still in awe.
Sweet Muse! thy lessons teach the soul
The wayward passions to controul;