Indeed feeble and inadequate No more ruined castles or fertile fields Possessed of every artery Suffocated with sobs

Daydreams become more fervent Poor wretched who would sympathize me Endowed on the first shock Obliged to shut my eyes

Stranger learned At the distance of a crime Carried with pleasure Cleared away the fiend

Relieve me from all littleness of feeling Horrors of my countenance Betrayed the innocent to death Idleness had ever done before