Lord Shaftesbury br YOU have done well, we say it. You are dead, br And, of the man that with the right hand takes br Less than the left hand gives, let it be said br He has done something for our wretched sakes. br For those to whom you gave their daily bread br Rancid with God-loathed 'charity,' their drink br Putrid with man-loathed 'sin,' we bow our head br Grateful, as the great hearse goes by, and think. br Yes, you have fed the flesh and starved the soul br Of thousands of us; you have taught too well br The Rich are little gods beyond control, br Save of your big God of the heaven and hell. br We thank you. This was pretty once, and right. br Now it wears rather thin.