Down with the Anarchists

Out with the traitors we’ve harbored too long,
     “Treason” their cry while they boast of the wrong;
Freedom, as well give the devils in chains
     Respite to lay waste the heavenly plains.

Banded in wickedness, spurning the right;
     Scorning all rule with a low-born despite;
Patience to those as a virtue should cease.
     Who with such conscienceless brutes would make peace?

Trust them—the viper as well may we trust;
     Crush us they would, so then crush them we must;
Black-hearted fiends who’d our president kill,
     Fool-hardy, shall we encourage them still?

No! If our government any despise,
     Freest and best ever under the skies,
Why come they here with their infamous scorn?
     Why should their outrages tamely be borne?

Why should we fail of our own self respect?
     If we must frown let it be to effect,
Let the law’s majesty be so well known
     No one can doubt ’tis the people’s high throne.

Honor, let honor be rendered to those
     Who must bear rule as government goes;
Under false pretexts if this should be lost,
     Who ever can know or reckon the cost?

Ah! the pale sufferer, low on his bed
     ’Twixt life and death would whisper this dread;
And the great mountains with resonant roll,
     Shake, as they voice out the people’s full soul.

Rises the tide with a might on its lips,
     Grand as the scenes of the Apocalypse;
Time’s hand now siezes [sic] a banner of flame,
     Crying, “Advance!” in the people’s own name.