So all this gallant blood has gushed in vain!
And Poland by the Northern Condor’s beak
And talons torn, lies prostrated again.
O, British patriots, that were wont to speak
Once loudly on this theme, now hushed or meek!
O, heartless men of Europe—Goth and Gaul!
Cold, adder-deaf to Poland’s dying shriek;—
That saw the world’s last land of heroes fall—
The brand of burning shame is on you all—all—all!
But this is not the drama’s closing act;