"How long will conquerors trample earth, And Strength prevail o'er Right and Worth? Gaze round the world—this truth confess, The powerful still the weak oppress; New empires spring o'er empires' graves, Some must be free, and some be slaves; Some spirits rise, some sink as deep, And these must smile and those must weep: Man, as he thinks and acts below, An equal lot can never know."