AndhimreadsReasonathisheels，Ifheelsinairthelastofhim!
Thedaythatisthenightofdays，Withcannon-fireforsunablazeWespyfromanybillow’slift；
AndEnglandstillthistidaldrift!
WouldshetosaintedforethoughtvowAspacebeforethethundersflood，ThatmartyrofitshourmightnowSpareherthetearsofblood。
Asleepuponherancientdeeds，Shehugsthesionplethorabreeds，AndcountshermanifoldincreaseOftreasureinthefruitsofpeace。