And endless woes shall all succeed!
“Let’s search for th’ Achans in the camp,
That thus have caus’d our Israel’s woes;
—Yes, kings, and all the bishop-stamp,
I dread, have been the lurking foes!
“For never shall the land have peace,
As good Lord George[10], and David say?
Till from our isle we banish these,
And drive such rogues a-cross the sea.”
The sable crowd croak’d hoarse applause,