"My sentence is for open war!" Thus spake
Fierce Moloch, when within the marly lake
"The Stygian Council" in dark conference met!
"The scepter'd king's" advice prevaileth yet,
And Mammon's self, who in his pristine might
Stooped to the avowal that "all things invite
To peaceful counsels," now in stubborn mood
Urges resistance—at the cost of blood!
Yes, Mammon, musing on "the settled state
Of order," at that dim chaotic date,