Leaderless

What hope for England, if no man be found
With brain to succour, and with strength to lead?
Earth yet may witness, if no soul gives heed,
A once Imperial race debased, discrowned
To widen Empire to earth's furthest bound
Is not to rule, to triumph, to succeed.
We fought for Freedom? Nay, we fought for greed
Wild lust for gold runs noblest states aground.

On Empire's giddiest height to-day we stand:
Who climbs so hugely wins the whole world's hate:
One false step hurls from heaven to deepest hell
Yet, careless, strolling onward hand in hand,
Our youths and maidens throng round Pleasure's gate,
And our grey statesmen murmur, " All is well. "
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