The glaive tyrannic crushes and dethrones
Truth, piety, and justice: idols grim
Of stone, or wood, or brass, alone are worshipp’d,
Where whilom burnt a pure and holy flame.
Now men are sacrificed at Odin’s shrine
Like cattle: many a gentle maiden drown’d
In Hertha’s honour in the mystic grove.
Where then shall innocence protection find?
The probity so famed of th’ olden time
Hath vanish’d from the earth: but Lok! thy joy