Dear Reliques! From A Pit Of Vilest Mould Uprisen To Lodge Among Ancestral Kings; And To Inflict Shame'S Salutary Stings On The Remorseless Hearts Of Men Grown Old In A Blind Worship; Men Perversely Bold Even To This Hour, Yet, Some Shall Now Forsake Their Monstrous Idol If The Dead E'Er Spake, To Warn The Living; If Truth Were Ever Told By Aught Redeemed Out Of The Hollow Grave: O Murdered Prince! Meek, Loyal, Pious, Brave! The Power Of Retribution Once Was Given: But 'Tis A Rueful Thought That Willow Bands So Often Tie The Thunder-Wielding Hands Of Justice Sent To Earth From Highest Heaven!