Baskadia

Let not young souls be smothered out before

They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.

It is the world's one crime it's babes grow dull,

It's poor are ox like,limp and leaden eyed.

Not that they starve,but starve so dreamless ;

Not that they sow,but that they seldom reap;

Not that they serve,but have no gods to serve;

Not that they die,but that they die like sheep.