Fearing to wake that slumbering blossom,
And from her lowly hiding-place,
Heard every yell of savage slaughter!
And closer clasped in her embrace,
The babe she deemed her fair-haired daughter.
At length the long night passed away—
The morning rose in all its glory—
But smouldering ruins met his ray,
And corpses cold, and pale, and gory.
A midnight stillness reigned around—