“In a cross or a star,” William Ewart replied,
“No kind of attraction I see;
No, the love of the land, and its people’s respect
Are honours sufficient for me!”
“You are old, William Ewart,” the young man cried,
“And you live in the nation’s esteem;
Then why do the Tories insist that a base
And most truculent traitor you seem?”
“’Gainst all honest attacks,” William Ewart replied,
“I am safe, thanks to Liberal might;