XIV.
Our tears shall naught abate, Of what we owe to hate-- To the avenging fate-- To earth and Heaven! And, soon or late, the hour Shall bring th' atoning power, When, through the clouds that lower, The storm-bolt's driven!
Our tears shall naught abate, Of what we owe to hate-- To the avenging fate-- To earth and Heaven! And, soon or late, the hour Shall bring th' atoning power, When, through the clouds that lower, The storm-bolt's driven!