O thou bright Sun! How sweet thy rays to health, and liberty! But here, alas, they swell the agonizing thought of shame, and pierce my soul with sorrows yet unknown.
With darkness deep, as is my woe, hide me, ye Shades of Night; your thickest veil around me throw, conceal'd from human sight.
Or come thou, Death, thy victim save, kindly embosom'd in the grave.