Though many still are writhing under
The cruel whips of “chevaliers,”
Who mothers from their children sunder,
And scourge them for their helpless tears—
Their safe deliverance is not far,
The day draws nigh!—hurrah, hurrah!
Just ere the dawn the darkness deepest
Surrounds the earth as with a pall;
Dry up thy tears, O thou that weepest,
That on thy sight the rays may fall!