Forsake the shrine where Liberty was given!”
“The strong shall rule, the arm of force have sway,
The helpless multitude in bonds abide—”
Again the chuckle and the shake of pride—
“God’s for the stronger—so great Captains say.”
Yet, rise to answer, chafing in thy chair,
With soul indignant stirred, and flushing brow.
Thou art God’s candidate—speak soothly now,
Let every word anticipate a prayer.