You quietly front in with that calm "Voluntas,"
(Expressed for our guidance in epigrams pithy)
You hint you can rule us, and guide us, and school us,
"All off your own bat," without Clergy or Minister,
Giving swift gruel to stage-prank, or duel,
Or any thing else you think stupid or sinister.
O Autocrat fateful, we ought to be grateful
For such an infallible, all-potent party,
At this time of day too, to show us the way to—
Wherever you'd lead us, with confidence hearty.