CASUAL INCITEMENT

A bright-haired company of youthful slaves,

Beautiful strangers, stand within the pale

Of a sad market, ranged for public sale,

Where Tiber's stream the immortalCity laves:

ANGLI by name; and not an ANGEL waves

His wing who could seem lovelier to man's eye

Than they appear to holy Gregory;

Who, having learnt that name, salvation craves

For Them, and for their Land. The earnest Sire,

His questions urging, feels, in slender ties

Of chiming sound, commanding sympathies;

DE-IRIANS — he would save them from God's IRE;

Subjects of Saxon AELLA — they shall sing

Glad HALLE-lujahs to the eternal King!