When I behold the raging tide
Of falsehood that overwhelms us wide
And, like an ocean overflows
With its corrupting billows,
I feel my heart with inward rage
The madness of this age
Incense, and with a burning zeal
Against the monster, kneel.
I see the press, that sacred shrine,
Defiled with scandalous lines,
And with the pois…
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