Look here, and ponder well, and know the land1
That by the sword of crownéd captains grew ;2
In rank and file the streets well ordered stand,3
And like a serried host stretch forth to view.4
Here Order, primal Demiurge supreme,5
Sways with firm will and uncontrolled command,6
Nor fears, to lame the action of his scheme,7
The lagging foot, or the rebellious hand.8
Come here who love mad liberty, the dance9
Of wanton wills divorced from sacred awe,10
Come from your fiery maelstrom in hot France,11
And learn how great, how strong a thing is Law.12
Ye would be free—poor fools ; be tigers, then,13
Or monkeys, and forget that ye are men !14