Ann Eliza Bleecker,
Joseph — from The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker
“ The conscious blood revolting from each cheek, Rush to the guilty heart and refuge seek: Now vice prepares the formidable blow, Yet shrinks, encountering a defenceless foe: She summons all her forces to her aid, And big with death, now hovers o'er his head. Rapid as lightnings thro' the æther glance, So swift they to th' astonish'd youth advance; Trembling with rage they flew; they seiz'd his hair, And bade him instantly for death prepare. Aghast he gaz'd; he stiffen'd with surprise, His blood congeals, he scarce believes his eyes ”
