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1 There is a King, and a ruthless King, Leave a comment on line 1 0
2 Not a King of the poet’s dream; Leave a comment on line 2 0
3 But a tyrant fell, white slaves know well, Leave a comment on line 3 0
4 And that ruthless King is Steam. Leave a comment on line 4 0

5 He hath an arm, an iron arm, Leave a comment on line 5 0
6 And tho’ he hath but one, Leave a comment on line 6 0
7 In that mighty arm there is a charm, Leave a comment on line 7 0
8 That millions hath undone. Leave a comment on line 8 0

9 Like the ancient Moloch grim, his sire Leave a comment on line 9 0
10 In Himmon’s vale that stood, Leave a comment on line 10 0
11 His bowels are of living fire, Leave a comment on line 11 0
12 And children are his food. Leave a comment on line 12 0

13 His priesthood are a hungry band, Leave a comment on line 13 0
14 Blood-thirsty, proud, and bold; Leave a comment on line 14 0
15 ’Tis they direct his giant hand, Leave a comment on line 15 0
16 In turning blood to gold. Leave a comment on line 16 0

17 For filthy gain, in their servile chain Leave a comment on line 17 0
18 All nature’s rights they bind; Leave a comment on line 18 0
19 They mock at lovely woman’s pain, Leave a comment on line 19 0
20 And to manly tears are blind. Leave a comment on line 20 0

21 The sighs and groans of Labour’s sons Leave a comment on line 21 0
22 Are music in their ear, Leave a comment on line 22 0
23 And the skeleton shades, of lads and maids, Leave a comment on line 23 0
24 In the Steam King’s hells appear. Leave a comment on line 24 0

25 Those hells upon earth, since the Steam King’s birth Leave a comment on line 25 0
26 Have scatter’d around despair; Leave a comment on line 26 0
27 For the human mind for heaven design’d, Leave a comment on line 27 0
28 With the body, is murdered there. Leave a comment on line 28 0

29 Then down with the King, the Moloch King. Leave a comment on line 29 0
30 Ye working millions all; Leave a comment on line 30 0
31 O chain his hand, or our native land Leave a comment on line 31 0
32 Is destin’d by him to fall. Leave a comment on line 32 0

33 And his Satraps abhor’d each proud Mill Lord, Leave a comment on line 33 0
34 Now gorg’d with gold and blood; Leave a comment on line 34 0
35 Must be put down by the nation’s frown, Leave a comment on line 35 0
36 As well as their monster God. Leave a comment on line 36 0

37 The cheap bread crew will murder you, Leave a comment on line 37 0
38 By bludgeon, ball, or brand; Leave a comment on line 38 0
39 Then your Charter gain and the power will be vain Leave a comment on line 39 0
40 Of the Steam King’s bloody band. Leave a comment on line 40 0

41 Then down with the King, the Moloch King, Leave a comment on line 41 0
42 And the satraps of his might, Leave a comment on line 42 0
43 Let right prevail, then freedom hail! Leave a comment on line 43 0
44 When might shall stoop to right! Leave a comment on line 44 0

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Source: https://marginalia.sunygeneseoenglish.org/short-poems/the-steam-king/

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