The butt of every tearful eye;

  To raise the Culprit's trembling hand,

    To heave the Culprit's anxious sigh.

  Now the mournful truth to prove,

    Gazing crouds around I see,

  For sure 'tis cruel selfish love

    That brings them here to gaze on me.

  'Tis thus wherever human woe,

    Wherever deep distress appears;

  Thither curious gazers go,

    To' insult the wretched with their tears.

  E'en where hostile armies join

    In the horrid frightful fray,

  Where groaning mortals life resign,

    I've heard their fellow-mortal say—

  'Oh! for a safe and lofty stand,

    Where I the Battle's rage might see;

  When Carnage, with relentless hand,

    Strews the Ground, or stains the Sea.'9

  When list'ning, with suspended breath,

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