Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name
       &nbspI mock thy worth—Friend of the Human Race!
       &nbspSince scorning Faction's low and partial aim
Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,

Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain,
       &nbspNobility: and aye unterrify'd
       &nbspPourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train
That sit complotting with rebellious pride

'Gainst Herwho from the Almighty's bosom leapt
       &nbspWith whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love!
       &nbspWherefore, ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept,
Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above:

And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice,
Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!