A shout upon the moaning wind!
The echoes of the dell awoke;
Again! it thrill'd his startled mind,
As though his victim spoke;
And all unveil'd his deeds arise,

Blood! from the ground in thunder cries,
And the fierce bandit shrinks beneath
The voice of conscience whispering death.

The felon's death, the doom of scorn,
And worse, the thought to bear,
His Lelia and her babe unborn
The infamy must share.

Then, then crime's scorpion lash he felt,
Wild fear, remorse, and grief, and guilt;
For love's soft light, when turn'd within,
Reveals the soul's dark stains of sin.

He grasps his trusty knife-' One stroke These terrors will allay'—

But what wild shrieks from Lelia broke !
His brand is torn away;

'Leon, dear Leon, help! they come!'
She deem'd it life-he felt it doom.
Thus shapes the heart from inward sense,
To guilt its fears-to hope its innocence.