Look upon me, and remember
Thy Norma ere she was betray’d;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made.
Canst thou think, as thou dost listen
To thy children’s artless songs,
Of that moment when their fond hearts,
First shall feel their mother’s wrongs?