Despotic tyrant, cruel, insincere,
At heart a coward, desperate thro' fear;
Thy breast too callous mercy e'er to know,
Accus'd thee savage, nature's mortal foe;
E'en the poor Indians, victims of thy breath,
Wept for thy crimes, more horrible than death;
While hapless thousands wail thy fatal birth,
And curse the hour that gave thee to the earth.
But, ah! thy God offended saw thee fell,
And hurl'd thee misereant to the realms of hell; —
Yet may'st thou find that mercy you deny'd —
The injur'd Britons — when for mercy cry'd; —
May that great God thy sentence mitigate,
Whose pow'r's unlimited — whose word is fate.