To palliate such a scene as this.
The treacherous pact, the stabber's snare,
The butcher-orgie, that grim grave,
From which fire would not purge the air,
That was not hidden by the wave;
The stealthy trick, the crawling lie,—
These stain the record. Can the Turk,
For all his age-learnt subtlety,
Blot out the count of such black work.
Justice will heed the faintest plea