Thinking every tear a gem, XIV Had their brains knocked out by them. And each dweller, panic-stricken, VI Clothed with the Bible, as with light, VII And many more Destructions played All disguised, even to the eyes, VIII Last came Anarchy: he rode IX And he wore a kingly crown; And in his grasp a sceptre shone; "I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!" X With a pace stately and fast, Over English land he past, Trampling to a mire of blood The adoring multitude. XI And a mighty troop around, For the service of their Lord. XII And with glorious triumph, they Rode thro' England proud and gay, Drunk as with intoxication Of the wine of desolation. XIII O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, Felt his heart with terror sicken |