Burke

1. 1As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale,
2. 2With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise,
3. 3I saw the sainted form of FREEDOM rise:
4. 4She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale--

1. 5'Great Son of Genius! sweet to me thy name,
2. 6Ere in an evil hour with alter'd voice
3. 7Thou bad'st Oppression's hireling crew rejoice
4. 8Blasting with wizard spell my laurell'd fame.

1. 9'Yet never, BURKE! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl!
2. 10Thee stormy Pity and the cherish'd lure
3. 11Of Pomp, and proud Precipitance of soul
4. 12Wilder'd with meteor fires. Ah Spirit pure!
5. 13'That Error's mist had left thy purgéd eye:
6. 14So might I clasp thee with a Mother's joy!'