...n inflicts and trembling men abhor-- Fell bolts in God's red armory of wrath, With all your terrors in one stroke combined, Come! and in mercy blast the land with ruin Rather than we should see Columbia 's plains Drenched in a crimson sea of fratricide, Lust, rapine, malice, treachery, revenge, The tall and crowning infamy of time.” I hear a passing bell — the muffled drum Rolls it...