DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould <br />Uprisen--to lodge among ancestral kings; <br />And to inflict shame's salutary stings <br />On the remorseless hearts of men grown old <br />In a blind worship; men perversely bold <br />Even to this hour,--yet, some shall now forsake <br />Their monstrous Idol if the dead e'er spake, <br />To warn the living; if truth were ever told <br />By aught redeemed out of the hollow grave: <br />O murdered Prince! meek, loyal, pious, brave! <br />The power of retribution once was given: <br />But 'tis a rueful thought that willow bands <br />So often tie the thunder-wielding hands <br />Of Justice sent to earth from highest Heaven!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-of-a-french-royalist-on-the-disinterment-of-the-remains-of-the-duke-d-enghien/
