Song—I Murder Hate

     I murder hate by flood or field,
     Tho' glory's name may screen us;
     In wars at home I'll spend my blood—
     Life-giving wars of Venus.
     The deities that I adore
     Are social Peace and Plenty;
     I'm better pleas'd to make one more,
     Than be the death of twenty.

     I would not die like Socrates,
     For all the fuss of Plato;
     Nor would I with Leonidas,
     Nor yet would I with Cato:
     The zealots of the Church and State
     Shall ne'er my mortal foes be;
     But let me have bold Zimri's fate,
     Within the arms of Cozbi!