INSCRIPTION VI.

This is the place where William's kingly power

Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel,

Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless,

The habitants of all the fertile track

Far as these wilds extend. He levell'd down

Their little cottages, he bade their fields

Lie barren, so that o'er the forest waste

He might most royally pursue his sports!

If that thine heart be human, Passenger!

Sure it will swell within thee, and thy lips

Will mutter curses on him. Think thou then

What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchred

Pollute the passing wind, when raging Power

Drives on his blood-hounds to the chase of Man;

And as thy thoughts anticipate that day

When God shall judge aright, in charity

Pray for the wicked rulers of mankind.