To you, ye Noble, Opulent and Great!
With friendly voice I call, and honest zeal!
Upon your vital influences wait
The health and sickness of the common-weal;
The maladies you cause, yourselves must heal.
In vain to the unthinking harden'd crowd
Will  and  make their just appeal;
In vain will  cry aloud;
And  drench in vain her vengeful sword in blood.