. Poems . hers knew,The sphere that Wisdom loves, and Virtue too ;They who subsist not on the vain applauseMisjudging man now gives and now withdraws. Twas morn—the sky-lark oer the furrow sungAs from his lips the slow consent was wrung;As from the glebe his fathers tilled of old,The plough they guided in an age of gold,Down by the beech-wood side he turned away:—And now behold him in an evil dayServing the State again—not as before,Not foot to foot, the war-whoop at his door,—But in the Senate; and (though round him flyThe jest, the sneer, the subtle sophistry,)With honest dignity, with manly
. Poems . hers knew,The sphere that Wisdom loves, and Virtue too ;They who subsist not on the vain applauseMisjudging man now gives and now withdraws. Twas morn—the sky-lark oer the furrow sungAs from his lips the slow consent was wrung;As from the glebe his fathers tilled of old,The plough they guided in an age of gold,Down by the beech-wood side he turned away:—And now behold him in an evil dayServing the State again—not as before,Not foot to foot, the war-whoop at his door,—But in the Senate; and (though round him flyThe jest, the sneer, the subtle sophistry,)With honest dignity, with manly sense,And every charm of natural eloquence,Like Hampden struggling in his Countrys first, the foremost to obey the laws, 88 The last to brook oppression. On he moves,Careless of blame while his own heart approves,Careless of ruin—( For the general goodTis not the first time I shall shed my blood.)On thro that gate misnamed, thro which beforeWent Sidney, Russell, Raleigh, Cranmer, More,. <SJ) On into twilight within walls of stone,Then to the place of trial; and alone,Alone before his judges in arrayStands for his life: there, on that awful day,Counsel of friends—all human help denied—All but from her who sits the pen to that sweet Saint who sate by Russells sideUnder the Judgment-seat.
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