O wretched ye if ever any were,— Sadder than orphans, yet not fatherless! X. By thy false cant which on their innocent lips Must hang like poison on an opening bloom, By the dark creeds which cover with eclipse Their pathway from the cradle to the tomb XI. By the most impious Hell, and all its terror; By all the grief, the madness, and the guilt Of thine impostures, which must be their error That sand on which thy crumbling power is built XII. By thy complicity with lust and hate Thy thirst for tears- thy hunger after gold The ready frauds which ever on thee wait The servile arts in which thou hast grown old XIII. By thy most killing sneer, and by thy smile By all the arts and snares of thy black den, And for thou canst outweep the croco dile By thy false tears— those millstones brain ing men XIV. By all the hate which checks a father's love- remove Nature's high bounds- by thee—and by despair XV. Yes, the despair which bids a father groan, And cry, "My children are no longer mine The blood within those veins may be mine XVI. I curse thee though I hate thee not-O slave! If thou couldst quench the earth-consuming Hell Of which thou art a dæmon, on thy grave This curse should be a blessing. Fare thee well! To William Shelley I. HE billows on the beach are leap ing around it, The bark is weak and frail, The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it Darkly strew the gale. Come with me, thou delightful child, II. They have taken thy brother and sister dear, They have made them unfit for thee; They have withered the smile and dried the tear Which should have been sacred to me. To a blighting faith and a cause of crime prime, And they will curse my name and thee Because we are fearless and free. III. Come thou, beloved as thou art; Near thy sweet mother's anxious heart, With fairest smiles of wonder thrown And which in distant lands will be The dearest playmate unto thee. IV. Fear not the tyrants will rule for ever, |