Classic Poem

Thompson, let not thy strife for concord cease,
Till free'd minds free chain'd hands; for chain'd minds prove
That they who chain them war on Love and Peace,
If free exchange is Harmony and Love.
On, Villiers, on! fear not to disenthrall
Chain'd souls, who fight for chains; for such chains prove
That free exchange is Harmony and Love,
And good, monopoliz'd, a curse to all.
Still, Bowring, persevere! still, Cobden, “speak
The truth in love!” till Hatred, waxing weak,
Die, and glad tears flow from all honest hearts;
While Commerce, on all seas, and in all marts,
Sings, “Rest, base Blighter of the great and small!
Never had Virtue such a funeral.”