HE grudged the gold that sparingly we spent
To keep this citadel of freedom free.
He bade us heed not arms and armament,
But go unpanoplied on land and sea.
Each week, a dismal joy to fools and blind,
His ink-streams gushed, and with dull violence flowed.
And he knew all things--Wisdom in his mind
Building notoriously her sole abode.
Ah well, his day departs! He is swept aside,
A thin and charmless voice that rails unheard.
And now let charitable oblivion hide
His name in dust, not to be disinterred.
