Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

XLV.

Yet robed in power and grandeur, bate thy pride,

And ’mid thy glory shudder at thy shame,

For starves the vagrant by the palace side,

And misery’s blight is tarnishing thy fame.

Your bosoms, boundless wealth and luxury, tame;

Nor rags nor squalor all your laws can ban.

Deal, deal more kindly with the poor, nor frame

A felon statute each offence to scan;

And let not Ignorance mar the Eternal’s image, Man!