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SONNET. I. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

November, 1834.

Thine is a glorious and a righteous aim,
Great Patriot!—and may certain good ensue.
Firm, loyal, brave, and temperate and true—
Thou favourite Son of Fortune and of Fame—
Honours crowd thick upon thy soaring name,
That name which Victory through her loud trump blew
What time on War's red field thy banner flew,
Foremost and highest, like a rushing flame!
But now that name a Nation's grateful heart
Doth consecrate in reverence, speechless—still!
While thy mind's lightnings through the darkness dart
Of these vexed times—the trouble and the ill,
The cloud, the fear, the heaviness shall depart,
And thine the praise shall be, strong, strong in swerveless will!