An old, mad,
blind, despised, and dying king,
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who
flow
Through public scorn--mud from a muddy
spring,
Rulers who neither see,
nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country
cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a
blow,
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who
wield,
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay,
Religion Christless, Godless - a book seal'd,
A Senate - Time's worst statute unrepealed,
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
