it is addressed thusly:
An ode.it reads:
Men above all desire to be ruled
If not by themselves, by whom?
Time and place have us fooled
Squatters in a once-fair room;
Who with measure laid its beams
Kept it dry from rains and streams
Declared its size, where it should loom
Breathed its form from noonday dreams?
Freedom is the first-fruit borne
Born of rule, when rule was well
Strong and lean, aloof of scorn
Like this house in which you dwell
Order is first, and though retooled
When it crumbles you can't be fooled--
The call must come, a goodly spell
Men above all desire to be ruled.