_Sp._ Forgive me, if I name my doubt, Whether you know ‘_fort_’ means ‘_get out_.’ SCENE V.—_The Lido._ _Sp._ What now? the Lido shall it be? That none may say we didn’t see The ground which Byron used to ride on, And do I don’t know what beside on. Ho, barca! here! and this light gale Will let us run it with a sail. _Di._ I dreamt a dream: till morning light A bell rang in my head all night, Tinkling and tinkling first, and then Tolling and tinkling, tolling again, So brisk and gay, and then so slow! O joy and terror! mirth and woe! Ting, ting, there is no God; ting, ting,— Dong, there is no God; dong, There is no God; dong, dong. Ting, ting, there is no God; ting, ting. Come, dance and play, and merrily sing, Staid Englishman, who toil and slave From your first childhood to your grave, And seldom spend and always save— And do your duty all your life By your young family and wife; Come, be’t not said you ne’er had known What earth can furnish you alone. The Italian, Frenchman, German even, Have given up all thoughts of heaven: And you still linger—oh, you fool!— Because of what you learnt at school. You should have gone at least to college, And got a little ampler knowledge. Ah well, and yet—dong, dong, dong: Do as you like, as now you do; If work’s a cheat, so’s pleasure too. And nothing’s new and nothing’s true; Dong, there is no God; dong. O, in our nook unknown, unseen, We’ll hold our fancy like a screen Us and the dreadful fact between; And it shall yet be long—ay, long— The quiet notes of our low song Shall keep us from that sad dong, dong.— Hark, hark, hark! O voice of fear, It reaches us here, even here! Dong, there is no God; dong. Ring ding, ring ding, tara, tara, To battle, to battle—haste, haste— To battle, to battle—aha, aha! On, on, to the conqueror’s feast, From east to west, and south and north, Ye men of valour and of worth, Ye mighty men of arms come forth, And work your will, for that is just; And in your impulse put your trust, Beneath your feet the fools are dust. Alas, alas! O grief and wrong, The good are weak, the wicked strong; And O my God, how long, how long! Dong, there is no God; dong.