Albeit nurtured in democracy，

And liking best that state republican

Where every man is Kinglike and no man

Is crowned above his fellows， yet I see，

Spite of this modern fret for Liberty，

Better the rule of One， whom all obey，

Than to let clamorous demagogues betray

Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.

Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane

Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street

For no right cause， beneath whose ignorant reign

Arts， Culture， Reverence， Honour， all things fade，

Save Treason and the dagger of her trade，

Or Murder with his silent bloody feet.