William Watson - The World in Armor 2 lyrics

When London's Plague, that day by day enrolled His thousands dead, nor deigned his rage to abate Till gra** was green in silent Bishopsgate, Had come and pa**ed like thunder--still, 'tis told, The monster, driven to earth, in hovels old And haunts obscure, though dormant, lingered late, Till the dread Fire, one roaring wave of fate, Rose, and swept clean his last retreat and hold. In Europe live the dregs of Plague today, Dregs of full many an ancient Plague and dire-- Old wrongs, old lies of ages blind and cruel. What if alone the world-war's world-wide fire Can purge the ambushed pestilence away? Yet woe to him that idly lights the fuel!