Gives out predictions quite as clever,
And full of sense and truth,—as ever!
Shade of the mighty Seer! look down,
And blast the wretches with thy frown!
Thou know'st on us thy mantle fell;
Thou know'st, too, that it fits us well.
But baser caitiffs go much further,
And tax us with committing murther!
They swear we burst into his room,
And quickly seal'd his dreadful doom;