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 * And a hecatomb of martyred souls

Fills a queenly town with wail of widows
 * In those branded hours
 * When red-guttering showers
 * Splash by courts and stews
 * To the Bells of Saint Bartholomew's.


 * Seed that's sown upon the wanton wind

Shall be harvested in whirlwind rages,
 * For revenge and hate bring forth their kind,

And black crime must ever be the wages
 * Of a nation's crime
 * Time transmits to time,
 * Till the score of years
 * Is wiped out in floods of staunchless tears.


 * Yea, the anguish in a people's life

May have eaten out its heart of pity,
 * Bred in scenes of scarlet sin and strife,

Heartless splendours of a haughty city;