Not, STANHOPE! with the Patriot's doubtful name

I mock thy worth--Friend of the Human Race! Since scorning Faction's low and partial aim Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace,

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

'Gainst _Her_[90:1] who from the Almighty's bosom leapt With whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love! Wherefore, 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!

1795.