Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name!
       &nbspThou shalt be bless'd and lov'd, when in the dust
       &nbspThy corse shall moulder—Patriot pure and just!
And o'er thy tomb the grateful hand of Fame

Shall grave:—'Here sleeps the Friend of Humankind!'
       &nbspFor thou, untainted by Corruption's bowl,
       &nbspOr foul Ambition, with undaunted soul
Hast spoke the language of a Free-born mind

Pleading the cause of Nature! Still pursue
       &nbspThy path of Honour!—To thy Country true,
       &nbspStill watch th' expiring flame of Liberty!
O Patriot! still pursue thy virtuous way,

As holds his course the splendid Orb of Day,
Or thro' the stormy or the tranquil sky!