Will sink like fire on thy poor soul!'
Now VICTOR heard all this, one day,
And smiled—'It's queer how men can say
Such things to injure their neighbors!
For do but look at this wonderful man,
So rich in thought, so fertile in plan,
Who, to place all tyranny under ban,
Never remits his labors,—
This dear, good soul, who, with magical art,
Brings freedom and peace to my trembling heart.'