For a Monument in the New Forest
THIS is the place where Williamís kingly power Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel, Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless, The inhabitants of all the fertile tract Far as these wilds extend. He levelled down Their little cottages, he bade their fields Lie waste, and forested the land, that so More royally might he pursue his sports. If that thine heart be human, Passenger! Sure it will swell within thee, and thy lips Will mutter curses on him. Think thou then What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchred Pollute the passing wind, when raging Power Drives on his bloodhounds to the chase of Man; And, as thy thoughts anticipate that day When God shall judge aright, in charity Pray for the wicked rulers of mankind.
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