Belovèd thou hast triumphed everywhere!
⁠Thou hast outgrown, men say, that selfless Right
⁠Which bade thee for the weak expend thy might;
And as a giant strong, dost claim thy share
Of earth's rich conquest, and will naught forbear.
⁠I listen, and behold, with grievèd sight,
⁠Upon thy beauteous brow a baleful light,
And something sinister, new-written there.

​O my belovèd! art thou changed, indeed?
⁠Remembering thy birth and peerless dower,
⁠Canst thou thine altars to Compassion find?
Ah, woe if thou deface them! set to feed
⁠The unappeasèd lust of wealth and power
⁠That leagues with the oppressors of mankind!