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ON THE RUMOURED RESIGNATION OF LORD SALISBURY

SONNET

The last of England's statesmen! Through the haze
Of mocking mirth his spirit of love shone clear,
And ever one whose heart could heed might hear
The great strong mandate of the former days
When storm-kissed England sought not windless ways,
Boastful at moments, shivering next with fear,
Afraid to tack, or onward straight to steer,—
Lost in dim indecision's starless maze.
Who shall succeed? At England's crucial hour,
When round about her snake-tongued myriads loom
Eager by some wild stroke their ends to gain,
Shall we entrust the realm where Freedom's flower
Still finds a space and moment left for bloom
To the pert cap and bells of Chamberlain?
Aug. 31, 1901.