Many a home for the working poor, many a school and church,
Little it may be, but better than roasting our enemies eyes
With Captain Disney's patent, or sacking the town of Kertch.
Who clamours for war? Is it one who is ready to fight?
Is it one who will grasp the sword, and rush on the foe with a shout?
Far from it; 'tis one of a musing mind, who merely intends to write;
He sits at home by his own snug hearth, and hears the storm howl without.
Who are the friends of the poor? The men who babble and prattle
About the Balance of Power, and the pomp and grandeur of war?
Thousands of miles away from the rush and the roar of battle,