The Landlord's Prayer.

Lord, keep us rich, and free from toil,
For we
Are honoured holders of Thy soil,
Which democrats would now despoil
With glee.

O Lord, our fathers got the land
For serving those whom Thy right hand
Had chosen to be great and grand
As kings.

Tho' ta'en by force, we're not to blame.
Thou knowest, O Lord, it is a shame
To say of us—of titled name—
Such things.

Lord, let us live in wealth's content
And peace!
Lord, we are by Thy mercy meant
To rule mankind and make our rent
Increase.

The birds that haunt the moors and hills,
The fish that swim in streams and rills,
The beasts which roam as Nature wills—
We own.

E'en Lord, the minerals that lie
Beneath the earth's periphery
Belong to us!—Thou knowest why—
Alone!