'Let us not abuse our trust;

  'We must not be led away

    'For mercy's sake, to be unjust.'

  Yet he'll profess no wrath to feel

    'Gainst such a hapless wretch as I;

  No! ... but for the public weal,

    'Tis expedient that I die.

  And this his judgment once made known,

    Self-love and self-conceit's so strong,

  He'll rather let me die than own

    That his opinion could be wrong.

  Ye who the lore of distant climes

    Canvass, latent truth to find;

  Who hail our philosophic times,

    And Man's emancipated mind:

  Oh! ye who boast the enlighten'd age,

    Who boast your right of thinking free ...

  If e'er ye learn the lessons sage,

    Taught in affliction's school like me,

  Should you e'er a Culprit stand,

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