Which would for ever pour its bitter waves

Upon the helpless unprotected race,

Which her rash deed had ruined.

Think of the sighs--the groans--the floods of tears--

The woes--too deep for these--which have no end,

Save but in heart-breaks! Think upon the toil--

The sweat--the pain--the strife--the crime--the blood--

The myriads of souls with which this one