What is my feast? These babes forpined;—
Men ere their prime made old;—
These sots, with strong drink bleared and blind—
These herds of unsexed woman-kind
Foul-mouthed and bold—
These bodies, stunted, shrivelled, seared
With the malaria's breath;
In fœtid dens and workshops reared;
From reeking sewers, drains uncleared,
Drinking in death.