Senator of the self-consuming eye,
Ever conscious of your every pose,
Elegant elongations of your neck, you ply
Your deeply-felt horizons. What high repose
Graces your brow, you glory of the day!
You are the change which you have waited for,
Redeeming king for which your masses pray:
The One to shower all with heaven’s store!
Senator of the self-afflicting eye,
Blinded by your desire to seize the crown:
You fool! Your nation threatens swift to die
Beneath its massy debts, and tear you down,
A human wreck of vanity and pride,
Where naught but your own ruin shall preside.
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