A fearful throb in injured breasts,
To make vile despots quake--

And teach the world this truthful lore,
That Greater still must reign,
Or Weaker must exist on earth
And pass to dust in vain!"




STANZAS.


Hark! how the wintry tempest raves,
Along the frozen plain--
Dark, dark the lowering clouds above,
And fast descends the rain.

But, lady! now a deeper gloom
Surrounds thy lover's soul,
And wilder floods of grief and woe,
Around his spirit roll.




THE LOVER.

SCENE I.--A WOODED MOUNTAIN IN BLOOM--TIME