Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Are banished with Flora and Pan, and behold our new Queen of the May!New Queen, fresh crowned in the city, flower-drest, her snake-sceptre a rod,Her orb a decked dynamite bomb, which shall shatter all earth at her nod;But for us their newest device seems barren, and did they but dareTo bare the new Queen of the May, were she angel or demon when bare?Time and old gods are at strife; we dwell in the midst thereof,And they are but foolish who curse, and they are but shallow who scoff.Let hate die out, take rest, poor workers, be all at peace ”
