Blazon their shame before our eyes;
Nay, be caressed as something great,
And models for youth to imitate?
Oh God! if this be liberty,
From such be our loved country free;
And may a race less prone to serve
The demon, Plutus, rise with nerve,
And drive the grov’ling trash to hell,
A place most fit for such to dwell!
Thus only can our land become