It seems that with the birth of time
That cell was hollowed out by crime,
And there, her hateful labor o’er,
She took her first sweet draught of gore.
Ha! Ha! I see them! See them now—
The cold damp dripping from each brow,
With hands oustretched they mercy sue—
(Ye know not how my vengeance grew,)
While I stood by with sullen smile—
The only answer to their grief—