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 'But democracy means dissolution: See, laden with clamour and crime, How the darkness of dim revolution Comes deepening the twilight of time! Ah, better the fetter That holds the poor man's hand Than peril of sterile Blind change that wastes the land.

'Gaze forward through clouds that environ; It shall be as it was in the past: Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded to last.' So teach they, so preach they, Who dream themselves the dream That hallows the gallows And bids the scaffold stream.