Accursed be the puppets that trespass between!
Poor Salisbury’s bunkum and muddling are vain,
And the “shut up committee” is baffled, ’tis plain.
For hark! that harangue, and those deep telling words—
What voice of the people defies the great Lords?
’Tis thine, William Gladstone, whose hearers await
That scathing rebuff on the meddlers of State,
A calm comes at finish, no challenge is there,
But a silence prevails, then a sigh of despair.
Shout, people! the Lords in humility bend;