The heart of an Englishman
Anthony M. Ludovici
In Mansel Fellowes
Her passion breathed from ev'ry pore;
It made her great, it made her wise;
It burst the locks of any door
Concealing secrets from her eyes.
For if she loved she worshipped you;
This followed as the fruit the flow'r.
She gave her Serfdom where 'twas due
To things of price, and pride, and pow'r.
And where she could not find these things
She foisted them on things she found;
Just as a Highland sower flings
His precious seed on doubtful ground.