ks no other: new ones might be worse:
Too well he knows that Cosmos' ordered course
Meant him to hear, and me to talk like that.

Also I own I'm disappointed by
Your friends and patrons, British Working Man!
For they, methought, were champions of the Cause,
Fighters for Freedom, foremost in the van,
Not servile scruplers, bound by rules and laws,
Not men who dealt in dry
Respectable traditions: leaders true,
No timid Moderates, who would define
Too strict a boundary 'twixt Mine and Thine,
Potential martyrs, heart and soul with you:--

'Twas all illusion: they would feed you with
Mere talks on Temperance: when your spirit's wings
Would soar to Sociology alone,
Whereby will come that blessed state of things
When none has property to call his own,
They give you--Adam Smith . . .
These too are fall'n: ah me, that I should live
To hear our brightest Radicals and best
By angry Labour in such terms addressed
As might apply to a Conservative!

To this conclusion I perforce must come,
'Twere best we parted: seeing that we, 'twould seem,
Haply have no appreciation of
Your high ambitions and your aims supreme,
Nor can we hope that you should greatly love
Our mental pabulum:
Depart, O Comrades! to some happier sphere
Where you can still be nobly on the make,
And mine, or plumb, or brew, or butch, or bake,--
Best to depart, and leave us mouldering here!

Yea, if ye scorn our learning overmuch,
Misguided sons of horny-handed toil!
Yet discontented with your lowly lot
Still pine to burn the sad nocturnal oil
'Mid academic culture, or 'mid what
Describes itself as such--
Go elsewhere, O my brothers! only go
To Bath, to Birmingham--where'er the Don
Teaches the sacred art of Getting On,----
--It is not far from here to Jericho.

THE PANACEA

It is Research of which I sing,
Research, that salutary thing!
None can succeed, in World or Church,
Who does not prosecute Research:
For some read books, and toil thereat
Their intellect to waken:
But if you think Research is _that_
You're very much mistaken.

All in Columbia's blessed States
They have no Smalls, or Mods, or Greats,
Nor do their faculties benumb
With any cold curriculum:
O no! for there the am