A Conservative,—(On his Leader’s Reported Inefficiency.)
You—you—if you have failed to understand
That hope of office is our all in all—
On you will come the curse of all our band
If that old Party fall,
Which Beaconsfield made great—
This hope, our mightiest motive power on earth,
This one great hope, that fills our hearts with glee—
Poor Party, what would all thy votes be worth,