To Lord Stanhope

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!