Chapter 3 No.3

Look upon the bristling wall,

Manned without an interval!

Round and round, and tier on tier,

Cannon's black mouth, shining spear,30

Lit match, bell-mouthed Musquetoon,

Gaping to be murderous soon;

All the warlike gear of old,

Mixed with what we now behold,

In this strife 'twixt old and new,

Gather like a locusts' crew.

Shade of Remus! 'tis a time

Awful as thy brother's crime!

Christians war against Christ's shrine:-

Must its lot be like to thine?40