Albeit nurtured in democracy，

　　And liking best that state republican

　　Where every man is Kinglike and no man

　　Is crowned above his fellows， yet I see，

　　Spite of this modern fret for Liberty，

　　Better the rule of One， whom all obey，

　　Than to let clamorous demagogues betray

　　Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.

　　Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane

　　Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street

　　For no right cause， beneath whose ignorant reign

　　Arts， Culture， Reverence， Honour， all things fade，

　　Save Treason and the dagger of her trade，

　　Or Murder with his silent bloody feet.