Pause, nor let Trevelyan go:
Ιώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ
Leave, oh leave us not alone;
Hartington and James are gone;
Forster, Goschen, stand aside;
Bright (they say) to you’s allied;
But the world I fain would show,
Ιώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ
Even those I reckon true:
Harcourt, heavy—Morley new—