[For The Hawk-Eye.]

Thou slimy, cesspool worm, on filth be-gorged;
     Thou poison-spitting toad, thou venomed snake,
Thou brazen hound of Hell, in darkness forged
     By gloating fiends, a nation’s heart to break.
What appellation vile may word thy shame,
     Oh monster fierce, oh brute devoid of mind?
A mongrel wretch thou art, beneath all name—
     Hyena, wolf and snarling cur combined,
The lightning-bolts of scorn are at thee hurled;
     The voice of peoples loud proclaims thy ban;
Thou stinkest in the nostrils of the world
     As putrid offal on the shoe of man.
Assassin base! we loathe, yet pity thee,
     An pray God’s judgment may as generous be.

     Brooklyn. September 21, 1901.