"Rejoice, O fiend; Britannia's tyrant sends "From German plains his myriads to our shore. "The fierce Hibernian with the Briton join'd-- 315 "Bring them, ye winds!--but waft them back no more. 80 "To you, alas! the fates in wrath deny "The comforts to our parting moments due, "And leave you here to languish and to die, "Your crimes too many, and your tears too few. 320 81 "No cheering voice to thee shall cry, Repent! "As once it echoed through the wilderness-- "No patron died for thee--damn'd, damn'd art thou "Like all the devils, nor one jot the less. 82 "A gloomy land, with sullen skies is thine, 325 "Where never rose or amaranthus grow, "No daffodils, nor comely columbine, "No hyacinths nor asphodels for you. 83 "The barren trees that flourish on the shore "With leaves or fruit were never seen to bend, 330 "O'er languid waves unblossom'd branches hang, "And every branch sustains some vagrant fiend. 84 "And now no more remains, but to prepare "To take possession of thy punishment; "That's thy inheritance, that thy domain, 335 "A land of bitter woe, and loud lament. 85 "And oh that He, who spread the universe, "Would cast one pitying glance on thee below! "Millions of years in torments thou might'st fry, "But thy eternity!--who can conceive its woe!" 340 86 He heard, and round with his black eye-balls gaz'd, Full of despair, and curs'd, and rav'd, and swore: "And since this is my doom," said he, "call up "Your wood-mechanics to my chamber door: 87 "Blame not on me the ravage to be made; 345 "Proclaim,--even Death abhors such woe to see; "I'll quit the world, while decently I can, "And leave the work to George my deputy." 88 Up rush'd a band, with compasses and scales To measure his slim carcase, long and lean-- 350 "Be sure," said he, "to frame my coffin strong, "You, master workman, and your men, I mean: 89 "For if the Devil, so late my trusty friend, "Should get one hint where I am laid, from you, "Not with my soul content, he'd seek to find 355 "That mouldering mass of bones, my body, too! 90 "Of hardest ebon let the plank be found, "With clamps and ponderous bars secur'd around, "That if the box by Satan should be storm'd, "It may be able for resistance found." 360 91 "Yes," said the master workman, "noble Death, "Your coffin shall be strong--that leave to me-- "But who shall these your funeral dues discharge? "Nor friends nor pence you have, that I can see." 92 To this said Death--"You might have ask'd me, too, 365 "Base caitiff, who are my executors, "Where my estate, and who the men that shall "Partake my substance, and be call'd my heirs. 93