And ghouls in hundreds every year stalk forth,
To testify to all what thou art worth!
4.
Tramp! tramp! they come, the ministers of death,
At their approach the boldest holds his breath:
“Your money and your life!” they gleeful cry—
And awestruck patients pay their fees and die.
5.
These ghouls thy children are: nor these alone,
O bounteous mother, hail thee as their own!