 | Churchill defended, a poem |  |
Ye glorious Heroes, on your Shades I call,
Whose Worth protracted Rome's and Greece's Fall!
To you I humbly offer my Appeal,
To you, best Judges of a Nation's Weal:
If Public Spirit lives yet in a State
Where selfish Luxury forebodes it's Fate,
Burns it not in the Bosom of the Bard,
Who but from Conscience planning a Reward,
Fears not, in Liberty's Defence, to meet
The black Assassin in the gloomy Street:
Turns a base Judge, through Majesty of Strains,
Pale as the Miscreant, whom his Power arraigns,
From a vile Minister extorts a Groan,
And galls a Monarch on his gorgeous Throne?
Whose Worth protracted Rome's and Greece's Fall!
To you I humbly offer my Appeal,
To you, best Judges of a Nation's Weal:
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Where selfish Luxury forebodes it's Fate,
Burns it not in the Bosom of the Bard,
Who but from Conscience planning a Reward,
Fears not, in Liberty's Defence, to meet
The black Assassin in the gloomy Street:
Turns a base Judge, through Majesty of Strains,
Pale as the Miscreant, whom his Power arraigns,
From a vile Minister extorts a Groan,
And galls a Monarch on his gorgeous Throne?
| Churchill defended, a poem | |