XXX.

The carcase of a rotten State may fall Corrupt asunder, life-blood e’en diseased; Head, body, members vile contagion’s thrall, By gore-stained hands Religion’s emblems seized-- But Nations ne’er yet died when Tyrants pleased! Yea, lives for aye the spirit and the soul Invincible, howe’er by despots teased; And let Injustice sting, Invasion roll, The sudden counter-shock will shake the distant Pole!