This is the place where William's kingly power <br />Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel, <br />Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless, <br />The habitants of all the fertile track <br />Far as these wilds extend. He levell'd down <br />Their little cottages, he bade their fields <br />Lie barren, so that o'er the forest waste <br />He might most royally pursue his sports! <br />If that thine heart be human, Passenger! <br />Sure it will swell within thee, and thy lips <br />Will mutter curses on him. Think thou then <br />What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchred <br />Pollute the passing wind, when raging Power <br />Drives on his blood-hounds to the chase of Man; <br />And as thy thoughts anticipate that day <br />When God shall judge aright, in charity <br />Pray for the wicked rulers of mankind.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscription-06-for-a-monument-in-the-new-forest/
