All you that are enamored of my name 
And least intent on what most I require, 
Beware; for my design and your desire, 
Deplorably, are not as yet the same.
Beware, I say, the failure and the shame Of losing that for which you now aspire So blindly, and of hazarding entire The gift that I was bringing when I came.
Give as I will, I cannot give you sight Whereby to see that with you there are some To lead you, and be led.
But they are dumb Before the wrangling and the shrill delight Of your deliverance that has not come, And shall not, if I fail you—as I might.
II So little have you seen of what awaits Your fevered glimpse of a democracy Confused and foiled with an equality Not equal to the envy it creates, That you see not how near you are the gates Of an old king who listens fearfully To you that are outside and are to be The noisy lords of imminent estates.
Rather be then your prayer that you shall have Your kingdom undishonored.
Having all, See not the great among you for the small, But hear their silence; for the few shall save The many, or the many are to fall— Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave.

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