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 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
DANIEL.
Not such was Daniel, gentle, bland, and good,The wisest monitor of womanhood;
Plain morals utter'd in plain mother tongue,
And flat historic facts he plainly sung.
And yet by earnest faith bestow'd a grace
On bald event and ancient common-place.
The oldest truths to him were ever new;
No wonder, for he always felt them true.
The bootless battles of the red and white,
Which few can read, he patiently could write.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |