Thomas Hardy - Cry Of The Homeless After The Prussian Invasion Of Belgium lyrics

"Instigator of the ruin - Whichsoever thou mayst be Of the masterful of Europe That contrived our misery - Hear the wormwood-worded greeting From each city, shore, and lea Of thy victims: "Conqueror, all hail to thee!" "Yea: 'All hail!' we grimly shout thee That wast author, fount, and head Of these wounds, whoever proven When our times are throughly read. 'May thy loved be slighted, blighted, And forsaken,' be it said By thy victims, 'And thy children beg their bread!' "Nay: a richer malediction! - Rather let this thing befall In time's hurling and unfurling On the night when comes thy call; That compa**ion dew thy pillow And bedrench thy senses all For thy victims, Till d**h dark thee with his pall." August 1915.