When Westminster reëchoes with affright;
Shrieks of defeat from every poll that ring,
And fagot votes in anguish sputtering.
O Torydom, with unrelenting fangs,
Thou tear’st the bowels of this mangled State;
A Turnerelli wreath above thee hangs,
And Cyprian flowers; but; O, what terrors wait!
Afghanistan, with massacre combined,
And Cetewayo’s form, and all the Boers behind.
Fill high the loving bowl,