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The Anarchist State
Is a flat contradiction.
So let Tolstoy narrate
The Anarchist State —
His powers, which were great,
Were more suited to fiction;
The Anarchist State
Is a flat contradiction.

The Syndical State
Raises awful emotion
In the Wise and the Great,
" The Syndical State " .
What the words indicate
They haven't a notion.
The Syndical State
Raises awful emotion.

The Communist State
Is all mixed up together.
Where we participate
— The Communist State —
There can be no hate —
(But we all hate the weather)
The Communist State
Is all mixed up together.

The Capitalist State
Is a garden of roses:
It's been proved in debate
— The Capitalist State —
But, strange to relate,
We are holding our noses,
The Capitalist State
Is a Garden of Roses.

The Collectivist State
Is a prig and a bandit.
I despise and I hate
The Collectivist State;
It may be My Fate,
But I'm damned if I'll stand it!
The Collectivist State
Is a prig and a bandit.

A youth who scarce had seen his twentieth year
Was Wallenstein, when he and I were friends:
Yet even then he had a daring soul:
His frame of mind was serious and severe
Beyond his years: his dreams were of great objects.
He walked amidst us of a silent spirit,
Communing with himself: yet I have known him
Transported on a sudden into utterance
Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendour
His soul revealed itself, and he spake so
That we looked round perplexed upon each other,
Not knowing whether it were craziness,

PROLOGUE AND EPILOGUE TO THE LOYAL
BROTHER

OR, THE PERSIAN PRINCE

PROLOGUE

Poets , like lawful monarchs, rul'd the stage,
Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age.
Mark how they jump: critics would regulate
Our theaters, and Whigs reform our state:
Both pretend love, and both (plague rot'em!) hate.
The critic humbly seems advice to bring;
The fawning Whig petitions to the king:

VII

1 Venus .

Albion, hail; the gods present thee
All the richest of their treasures,
Peace and pleasures
To content thee,
Dancing their eternal measures.

2

But above all human blessing
Take a warlike loyal brother;
Never prince had such another:
Conduct, courage, truth expressing,
All heroic worth possessing.

VI

1 Proteus .

Albion, loved of gods and men,
Prince of peace too mildly reigning,
Cease thy sorrow and complaining,
Thou shalt be restored again:
Albion, loved of gods and men.

2

Still thou art the care of heaven,
In thy youth to exile driven;
Heaven thy ruin then prevented,
Till the guilty land repented;
In thy age, when none could aid thee,
Foes conspired and friends betrayed thee;
To the brink of danger driven,
Still thou art the care of heaven.

V

1

From the low palace of old father Ocean,
Come we in pity your cares to deplore;
Sea-racing dolphins are trained for our motion,
Moony tides swelling to roll us ashore.

2

Every nymph of the flood, her tresses rending,
Throws off her armlet of pearl in the main;
Neptune in anguish his charge unattending,
Vessels are found'ring, and vows are in vain.