XXXIII.

Within the town the lovely Isidor Shuddered with fear at every cannon’s boom. As fell upon her ear the horrid roar, She deemed it sounded like the crack of doom, And on her knees within her furthest room Before an image of the Virgin prayed That Heaven might turn their hearts, and Pity’s womb Bring forth Pacification--sore afraid To see man slaughter man in God’s own image made.