On the Power in Nature
In the beginning man was near the brute:
Then matter swayed his undeveloped mind;
But it was Nature’s, breeding no refined
Nor fearful lusts, which later spread their root.
In the beginning men were deaf and mute
When Mercy Bloodshed’s powerful arms would bind:
In our behalf the weak were dropped behind;
But now they linger, Death’s o’er-ripened fruit.
O, what a power was that simplicity
That bred the mighty parts of nations old!
O, what a power is this insanity
That turns our better blood to rivers cold!
Then out! ye curs’d inanities, lest we
Among the little nations be enrolled!
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 41
curs’d = (vernacular) cursed
o’er = (archaic) over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)
ye = (archaic) you (however, still in use in some places, e.g. in Cornwall, Ireland, Newfoundland, and Northern England; it can used as either the singular or plural form of “you”, although the plural form is apparently the more common usage)