For a MONUMENT in the NEW FOREST.

  This is the place where William's kingly power

  Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel,

  Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless,

  The habitants of all the fertile track

  Far as these wilds extend. He levell'd down

  Their little cottages, he bade their fields

  Lie barren, so that o'er the forest waste

  He might most royally pursue his sports!

  If that thine heart be human, Passenger!

  Sure it will swell within thee, and thy lips

  Will mutter curses on him. Think thou then

  What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchred

  Pollute the passing wind, when raging Power

  Drives on his blood-hounds to the chase of Man;

  And as thy thoughts anticipate that day

  When God shall judge aright, in charity

  Pray for the wicked rulers of mankind.