Dry udder, vineless poles, worm-eaten posts,

With features like the flowers defaced by deluge rains?

Recked she that some perverting devil had limned

Earth's proudest to spout scorn of the Maker's hand,

Who could a day behold these deathly hosts,

And see, decked, graced, and delicately trimmed,

A ribanded and gemmed elected few,

Sanctioned, of milk and honey starve the land:-