And shows how loathsomeness builds a lair
In a land of Liberty.
Push on, brave bearer of piercing Light,
Through pestilential gloom,
Where crawls the spawn of Corruption's night!
Deal out, stout searcher, to left and right,
The cleansing strokes of doom.
That fair lithe form in that fleet frail bark
Is a comely Nemesis,
Before whose menace 'tis good to mark