From each insidious weed th’ improving soil. 
    His patient diligence had won at length
    A partial triumph over nature’s strength: 
    Tho’ unsuppress’d th’ internal weakness still
    With frequent bias pois’d the wavering will,
    Still losing ground, it seem’d to die away,
    Like nightly storms before advancing day: 
    When thrice seven rolling years matured his age,
    And call’d him forth to life’s eventful stage.

      ’Twas now the time, when all the northern land
    Was sinking under Christiern’s ruthless hand;
    When patriotism from Sweden’s hills sublime
    With tearful eyes o’erlook’d the subject clime,
    And saw where Stenon and a matchless few,
    To her bright race unalterably true,
    Regardless of the thunders launch’d by Rome,
    Self-titled arbitress of future doom,
    O’er a waste realm her shatter’d flag unfurl’d,
    Conspicuous to the whole applauding world. 
    Ernestus’ sire in Sweden’s state before
    High eminence and ample influence bore;
    And public hope call’d forth the willing youth
    To join the cause of liberty and truth;
    Yet here his wary diffidence look’d round
    For due support—­but no support was found,
    For Harfagar, whose strong unconquer’d mind }
    The tyrant knew, unmatch’d among mankind, }
    Caught in his snares, was now in chains confined. }
    The sudden blow his resolution shook;
    Deliberate fortitude his heart forsook;
    The pile of hope, that many a year had rear’d,
    Seem’d sunk in air, and now no more appear’d. 
    Stenon had welcomed him, benign and free,
    With warm and undissembling amity,
    Enroll’d him in the list of friends select
    He singled out his measures to direct—­
    And e’en his life was in Ernestus’ power. 
    This Christiern saw, and urg’d the fatal hour. 
    With bribes and honours he the youth attack’d,
    With promised secrecy his proffers back’d,
    Tried smooth persuasion’s most effectual strain,
    And added threats, not likely to be vain. 
    Strong was th’ assault; he arm’d his hopeless breast,
    And summon’d all his forces to the test. 
    His unassisted strength awhile withstood,
    With desperate energy, th’ invading flood,
    As the pale victim of all-conquering death
    With one faint effort struggles yet for breath. 
    His courage soon beneath th’ encounter bent,
    Languid before, and now by efforts spent;
    He yielded—­his brave chief to death betray’d,
    And Stenon’s blood dyed treachery’s reeking blade.

      ’Twas done; and peace the traitor’s bosom left,
    Of every comfort, every joy bereft. 
    Rack’d by despair, in vain he sought repose: 
    Round all his steps a cloud of horror rose,
    From keen reflection’s maddening sting he fled,
    And rush’d on further crimes devoid of dread;
    Touch’d the abyss, and lest his eye might view
    Th’ abandon’d shore, into its depths withdrew.