Do Thou let fall on this accursed place,
Where the poor starve and labour in disdain
Of blinded Greed and all its vulgar train,
A single thread of heaven that we may trace
Some way to Right! And since “great men” stand by,
Heedless of women and men that hunger, Lord,
Give Thou to common men the vision splendid.
Take (and if need be break) them, like a sword;
Take them, and break them till their lives be ended;
Here are a thousand christs ready to die!