"Young
Sigismund, my once dear friend,
But now my persecutor
foul,
Doth his malevolence
extend
E'en to the torture
of my soul.
By night, when,
wrapt in soundest sleep,
All mortals share a
soft repose,
My soul doth dreadful
vigils keep,
More keen than which
hell scarcely knows."
~ John Stagg (1770-1823)
~ John Stagg (1770-1823)
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