Who could but gaze
in trance perplexed
but all amazed
at their own conquest
For authority derived
of the stature of nature
could all blessings deprive
and the weathered conjecture
of worthiness in the once blessed life.
Stripped of all nobility,
the joy and claim of merit,
crumpled is the weak by cruel authority
to triumph, its royalty blaring.
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