XLII.

Trampler on Human Liberty! Thy plan Embraced no welfare save thine own; thy aim A pyramid--each stone a sword-hewn man,-- Rivers of blood o’er Earth to write thy name. Gigantic was thy crime--as great thy shame! Even now with gory talon to the North Thou fliest, the elements but canst not tame; And there, to teach the peaceful victor’s worth, Men rigid as their frosts have sent thee howling forth!