To Earl Stanhope

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!