[BNP/E3, 79 – 29]

Look thou around thee; all is woe and pain

While the vile crowd, selfish and cold and vain

{…}

The little children with their hair of gold

And their sweet looks {…} mild

Who would have thought them born to be controlled

By savage human nature brute and wild

And carelessness and {…} unreconciled

{…} what is their destiny

{…} and blind brutality.

[29^v]

Where is thy lodging, where, oh charity?

Art thou amid beasts the forest hordes

{…}

{…} without remorse {…}

{…} Force

Nature hath many ways of doing harm

Religion and Convention’s flagrant arm.