This was published in an English Paper in 1844.
I saw a nation sunk in grief
I heard a nation’s wail;
And their deep toned misery was caught
By every passing gale.
Want guarded every peasant’s door,
Swept each mechanic’s board:
I saw the nobles of that land
In pride and pomp roll by;
and I read contempt for the poor man’s lot
in every laughing eye.
I heard the infant’s cry for bread
the mother’s piercing shriek,
and I marked the trace of famine in
the father’s sunken cheek.
I saw him cast his eye to heaven,
with a stern and sad appeal,
and I knew he felt that anguish deep
which the hopeless only feel
Yet still the nobles of that land
In pride and pomp rolled by,
nor less contempt for the poor man’s lot
marked every haughty eye!
The people humbly sued for bread,
but their rulers’ gave a stone;’
and they steel’d their sordid heart’s and mocked
the peasants dying groan!
‘Low rents – cheap bread’ the people cried –
‘Untrammel labor’s hands!’
And the landlords of that land rolled by
to church in pomp and pride!
And the people’s dying wail despised;
and the people’s power defied!
Then madness came upon the land,
Twas the madness of despair;
Unarmed crowds went forth – to beg!
With shouts that rent the air!
And the rulers grinned a ghastly smile
of triumph and delight,
as forth their minious came to crush
The weak with armed might;
and the landlords of that land surveyed,
with bland approving eye,
the savage and the ruthless war
Of stern monopoly!
Now the council of that nation sits
again in grave divan,
But care they aught for liberty?
Or for the rights of man!
A concomb’s proclamations claim
Discussion fierce and strong,
But a starving nation’s loud appeals
Unheeded pass along!
And still the cumberers of the earth
Contrive to hold in chains,
The nerve and sinew of the land
Throughout their wide domains.