For instance, view the Gallic shore,
A nation, once polite
See what confusion hovers o’er,
A Star, that shone so bright.
Then from the scene recoil with dread,
For LOUIS is no more,
The barb’rous Mob cut off his head,
And drank the spouting gore.
Shall we, the Sons of FREEDOM dare
Against so vile a Race?