One picture shall ever before you stand—
A man struck down on a barren strand—
A head hacked off by the seas!
Pompey, Pompey, go where you will,
Double and turn again!
One thought shall you know till you lie in your grave;
A thought not even your soul can brave!—
The thought of a mean and evil slave,
And a knife that was forged in Spain!
So the Republic dies! and all my work