“O Grimes,
They’ll come! they’ll build a church, stone prison walls;
Catch wild men by their huts who dare to sing:
Erect a gallows. When its trap-door falls
Civilisation will be in full swing!
Maybe, they’ll read these lines, my modest pun
On loveliness and truth beneath the sun.
They’ll say: ’Who wrote such words of unbelief?
Some poet wretch, no doubt, they are so neat.’
Alas! ’tis true that white men cooked like beef