Yet ever sounded sullenly
The trumpet and the drum.
There was madness on the earth below,
And anger in the sky,
And young and old, and rich and poor,
Came forth to see him die.


XIV.

Ah, God! that ghastly gibbet!
How dismal 't is to see
The great tall spectral skeleton,
The ladder, and the tree!
Hark! hark! it is the clash of arms--
The bells begin to toll--
He is coming! he is coming!
God's mercy on his soul!
One last long peal of thunder--
The clouds are cleared away,
And the glorious sun once more looks down
Amidst the dazzling day.


XV.

He is coming! he is coming!
Like a bridegroom from his room,
Came the hero from his prison
To the scaffold and the doom.