Oh! Alfred, once so true to manhood,
Glorying in the strength to fight all shams.
Sorrowing only with the people in their wrongs.
VI.
You that once in affluence
Of diction, caught the ear of time,
Call we now no longer ours
With diadem, and much belorded.
The people’s friend. Spoiled child
With diadem, and much belorded.