But which 't is time to teach the hireling tribe
Who fatten on their country's gore, and debts,
Must be recited—and without a bribe.
You did great things, but not being great in mind,
Have left undone the greatest—and mankind.
XI.
Death laughs—Go ponder o'er the skeleton
With which men image out the unknown thing
That hides the past world, like to a set sun
Which still elsewhere may rouse a brighter spring—