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SONNET. XVI. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

1834.

Out upon black Ingratitude!—most true,
It cannot harm thee—cannot rob thy name
Of one bright ray of Glory, or of Fame;
No! those who strive to o'erthrow, and to undo,
Those who for thee, in their foul malice brew
Their deadly potions, they shall rue the same,
In vain remorse and keenly stinging shame,
Bitterly and most miserably shall rue!
And thou uninjured shalt in pride of place,
Continue glorious as thou wert before;
Nay! with bright Indignation we shall trace
And grave thy Glories on our hearts the more!
Out upon man's Ingratitude!—the base,
The accursed sin—Oh! shun it and abhor!