Free as the air that we inhale;
Fresh as from ocean springs the gale;
Prompt as the light of summer’s dawn,
Sweet as the hay-swath on the lawn;
Not tainted with corruption’s breath,
Breathed from the charnel house of death;
And, as the people wield the power,
Why not reform this very hour?
So long as magistrates can fleece,
Crime and its causes must increase;