"Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdon'd air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep; ONce meek and in a perilous path the just man kept course along; The veil of death; Roses are planted where thorns grow; And on the barron heath sing the honey bees; Then the perilous path was planted; And a river and a spring on evr'y cliff and tomb; And on the bleached bones, red clay brought forth; 'Till the villian left the path of ease to walk in perilous paths, and drive the just man into barren climbs."