The soul of my excitement

In her sprightly youth

With a young heart

Was a mistress gone.

Her wishes of him

Rose to the strongest ties

Was now

The demon’s possession.

Her callous drunkard

A bloody disposition

Of fiendish barbarity

Left horror and dread.

The swine he was

Brutalizing sickly

With his ceaseless

Whipped his icy brow

words by Fredrick Douglass