The watchman watched along the walls:
And lo! an hour or more ere light
Loud rang his trumpet. From their halls
The revellers rushed into the night.
There hung a terror on the air;
There moved a terror under ground;—
The hostile hosts, heard everywhere,
Within, without — were nowhere found.
“The Christians to the lions! Ho!” —
Alas! self-tortured crowds, let be!
Let go your wrath; your fears let go:
Ye gnaw the net, but cannot flee.
Ye drank from out Orestes’ cup;
Orestes’ Furies drave ye wild.
Who conquers from on high? Look up!
A Woman, holding forth a Child!