Or else my wickedness deserved the blow.
Is't possible that I should always be
Of nations strange the meek and lowly slave,
Nor ever have one glimpse of Liberty,
Nor ever see my native banners wave?
And yet, perchance, it is a just decree,
That I should sink beneath a fate so grave,
Since my most valiant men and sons of fame
Are foes at heart, and brothers but in name.
For public ends they never will unite,