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TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.
Lady, receive a tributary layFrom one who cringeth not to titled state
Conventional, and lacketh will to prate
Of comeliness—though thine, to which did pay
The haughty Childe his tuneful homage, may
No minstrel deem a harp-theme derogate.
I reckon thee among the truly great
And fair, because with genius thou dost sway
The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart
With pity glows for Suffering, and with zeal
Cordial relief and solace to impart.
Thou didst, while I rehearsed Toil's wrongs, reveal
Such yearnings! Plead! let England hear thee plead
With eloquent tongue,—that Toil from wrong be freed!
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