Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
'Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.'
`Now Art has lost its mental charms
France shall subdue the world in arms.'
So spoke an Angel at my birth;
Then said `Descend thou upon earth,