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Look up, with seraph-eye, in tears benign, Smile thro' each tear, with eloquence divine; In vain implore thee to relent and spare, With cherub-mien and soul-dissolving pray'r: Lost are those accents of melodious charms, 'Midst the loud clangor of surrounding arms; Thy heart of adamant repels the strain, Mercy! thy pray'r, thy tear, thy hope, is vain!

But can remorse, despotic pow'r! prevail, And wound thy bosom thro' the "twisted mail?" Say, can his frown, by shudd'ring conscience felt, Pierce the dark soul which mercy cannot melt? No, tyrant! no, when conquest points thy way, And lights thy track—the blood-path of dismay; E'en then his darts, tho' barb'd with fiery pain, Fall from thy woundless heart, averted by disdain!

Pow'r of the ruthless arm! we see thy form, Tow'r 'midst the darkness of the gath'ring storm;