In thousands to be shot at! Oh, a God,

That lies and steals and murders! Such a God

Passionate, dissolute, incontinent!

A God that starves in thousands, and ashamed,

Or shameless in the workhouse lurks; that sweats

In mines and foundries! An enchanted God,

Whose nostrils in a palace breathe perfume,

Whose cracking shoulders hold the palace up,

Whose shoeless feet are rotting in the mire!