II
One moment and his reeling world has rolled
Back into ages now no longer fit
For human dwelling. Here exalted sit
The cruel strong, and, with the cunning bold,
Possess the meek’s inheritance, and hold
The good man in subjection—ages knit
With blood and iron, and with arson lit,
Crusted with murder, wanton, fierce and cold.
And England, who so mightily championeth
That freedom forced from us (our guards were met,
And we went, speechless—to a living death)
—England—a new light breaking on me, set
My brain aworking—England lives! The breath
That moment spared I hold for England yet!
Rastatt, 1st May