I.

Close by the wall the grave Salustian held ’Mongst noblest citizens his fair abode; And while its dirge the cannon hourly knelled, And red-limbed Slaughter through the city strode, And Havoc on the thunder-tempest rode, One only care Salustian’s bosom knew, One sole solicitude his mind could load-- To shield his lovely daughters from the view Of demons shaped like men who Ismail’s scenes renew!