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"He hath veiled the Crown and hid the Sceptre" wan the Trumpets,
"He hath changed the fashion of the lies that cloak his will.
"Hard die the Kings—ah hard—dooms hard!" declare the Trumpets,
Trumpets at the gang-plank where the brawling troop-decks fill!

Ancient and Unteachable, abide—abide the Trumpets!
Once again the Trumpets, for the shuddering ground-swell brings
Clamour over ocean of the harsh, pursuing Trumpets
Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce with Kings!
 
All we have of freedom, all we use or know—
This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.
 
Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw—
Leave to live by no man's leave, underneath the Law.
 
Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing
Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King.
 
Till our fathers 'stablished, after bloody years,
How our King is one with us, first among his peers.

So they bought us freedom—not at little cost—
Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost.
 
Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed.

Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure.
Whining "He is weak and far"; crying "Time shall cure."