Those Four Tremendous Curses An Handmaid that is Mistress A Fool when he is full of Meat An Odious Woman Married His feet are swift to tumult, Because he served a master A Servant when He Reigneth Throws the blame on some one else. His vows are lightly spoken, His faith is hard to bind, The nearest mob will move him MACDONOUGH'S SONG WHETHER the State can loose and bind In Heaven as well as on Earth: If it be wiser to kill mankind Before or after the birth- Whether The People be led by the Lord, These are things we have dealt with once, Endeth in wholly Slave. Whatsoever, for any cause, Seeketh to take or give, Power above or beyond the Laws, Suffer it not to live! Holy State or Holy King— Or Holy People's Will Have no truck with the senseless thing. Order the guns and kill! Saying-after-me:— Once there was The People-Terror gave it birth; "OUR FATHERS OF OLD" EXCELLENT herbs had our fathers of old- Alexanders and Marigold, Eyebright, Orris, and Elecampane. (Almost singing themselves they run) Anything green that grew out of the mould Wonderful tales had our fathers of old Wonderful tales of the herbs and the stars- Simply and gravely the facts are told In the wonderful books of our fathers of old. Wonderful little, when all is said, Wonderful little our fathers knew. Half their remedies cured you dead Most of their teaching was quite untrue "Look at the stars when a patient is ill, Errors were made by our fathers of old. Yet when the sickness was sore in the land, And, oh, what a wonderful war they waged! Excellent heart had our fathers of old. If it be certain, as Galen says— And sage Hippocrates holds as much— Then, be good to us, herbs below! Down from your heaven or up from your mould, THE HERITAGE UR Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us an heritage, And doubted not at all That we, the children of their heart, In later time should play like part A thousand years they steadfast built, The Walls that were a world's despair, Yet in their midmost pride they knew, Not all from these their strength they drew, Youth's passion, manhood's fierce intent, With age's judgment wise, They spent, and counted not they spent, At daily sacrifice. Not lambs alone nor purchased doves Or tithe of trader's gold Their lives most dear, their dearer loves, They offered up of old. Refraining e'en from lawful things, They bowed the neck to bear The unadorned yoke that brings Stark toil and sternest care. Wherefore through them is Freedom sure; Wherefore through them we stand, From all but sloth and pride secure, In a delightsome land. Then, fretful, murmur not they gave So great a charge to keep, Nor dream that awestruck Time shall save Their labour while we sleep. |