It was a dreadful omen, at that hour, Which nearly a long line of glory broke, When Young Argyle fell from the lofty tower On the green-turf unscath’d—upon the block His grandsire laid his head; alas! the shock Was felt by Freedom; it severely shew’d The gratitude of kings, and did provoke That slumbering justice which so fiercely glow’d, When man at last “appeal’d from tyranny to God.”