(His conscience will not let him run to "damn")
"The Consequences." That is why I shake
Even as when the shorn and shivering lamb
Observes the wolf advancing in his wake.
I see him bear, this dreadful man of gore,
A brace of battleaxes at the slope;
I see him fling his gauntlet on the floor,
And (shouting, "Byles for Redmond and the Pope!")
Let loose the Nonconformist Dogs of War.
Ah! take and hide me in some hollow lair,