Of her corpses and clods and abortions-they

pave

Thy path to the grave.

4. Hear'st thou the festival din

Of Death and Destruction and Sin And Wealth crying "Havoc !" within? 'Tis the bacchanal triumph which makes Truth dumb,

Thine epithalamium.

5. Ay, marry thy ghastly Wife!

Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife

Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life! Marry Ruin, thou tyrant! and God be thy guide

To the bed of the bride!

SONG-TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND.

1. MEN of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?

2. Wherefore feed and clothe and save,
From the cradle to the grave,

Those ungrateful drones who would
Drain your sweat-nay, drink your blood?

3. Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?

4. Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
Shelter, food, love's gentle balm ?
Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear?

5. The seed ye sow another reaps ;

The wealth ye find another keeps ;
The robes ye weave another wears;
The arms ye forge another bears.

6. Sow seed, but let no tyrant reap;

Find wealth,-let no impostor heap;
Weave robes,-let not the idle wear;
Forge arms, in your defence to bear.

7. Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; In halls ye deck another dwells.

Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see
The steel ye tempered glance on ye.

8. With plough and spade and hoe and loom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre !

SIMILES FOR TWO POLITICAL
CHARACTERS OF 1819.

1. As from an ancestral oak

Two empty ravens sound their clarion,
Yell by yell and croak by croak,
When they scent the noonday smoke
Of fresh human carrion :—

2. As two gibbering night-birds flit
From their bowers of deadly hue
Through the night to frighten it,
When the moon is in a fit,

And the stars are none or few :

3. As a shark and dogfish wait
Under an Atlantic isle

For the negro-ship whose freight
Is the theme of their debate,

Wrinkling their red gills the while

4. Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle,

Two crows perched on the murrained cattle,

Two vipers tangled into one.

ENGLAND IN 1819.

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

Make as a two-edged sword to all who wield,Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay,

Religion Christless, Godless, a book sealed,
A Senate-time's worst statute unrepealed,—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom
may

Burst to illumine our tempestuous day.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

1. GOD prosper, speed, and save, God raise from England's grave, Her murdered Queen!

Pave with swift victory

The steps of Liberty,

Whom Britons own to be

Immortal Queen!

2. See, she comes throned on high

On swift Eternity!

God save the Queen!

Millions on millions wait,
Firm, rapid, and elate,
On her majestic state-

God save the Queen!

3. She is Thine own pure soul Moulding the mighty whole.

God save the Queen!

She is Thine own deep love

Rained down from heaven above.

Wherever she rest or move,

God save our Queen!

4. 'Wilder her enemies

In their own dark disguise!

God save our Queen!