To Earl Stanhope
- 1Not, STANHOPE! with the Patriot's doubtful name
- 2I mock thy worth--Friend of the Human Race!
- 3Since scorning Faction's low and partial aim
- 4Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,
- 5Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain,
- 6Nobility: and aye unterrify'd
- 7Pourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train
- 8That sit complotting with rebellious pride
- 9'Gainst Her who from the Almighty's bosom leapt
- 10With whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love!
- 11Wherefore, ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept,
- 12Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above:
- 13And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice,
- 14Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!