Chapter 1324 of 1964 · 67 words · ~1 min read

LXVII.

Alas! could she but fully, truly, know How her great name is now throughout abhorred; How eager all the Earth is for the blow Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword; How all the nations deem her their worst foe, That worse than _worst of foes_, the once adored False friend, who held out Freedom to Mankind, And now would chain them--to the very _mind_;--