Be silent, wretches!—spare the grave!
They bore him along by the village road,
And they yell'd at the village spire!
And they laid him at rest in his long abode,
In a storm of revenge and ire;
And round him their furious banners wave.
Be silent, wretches!—spare the grave!
Then o'er him the bigot chant was sung,
And was said the bigot prayer,
And wild hearts with many a thought were stung,