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THOMAS DRUMMOND, ESQ., FORMERLY UNDER-SECRETARY OF STATE FOR IRELAND. |
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 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong |  |
LXXXIV. THOMAS DRUMMOND, ESQ., FORMERLY UNDER-SECRETARY OF STATE FOR IRELAND.
Drummond, on state affairs with eye so keen,
Perhaps some thought religion might be cold
In that full breast, whereas she made thee bold
And thy love quicken'd for the island green.
Perhaps some thought religion might be cold
In that full breast, whereas she made thee bold
And thy love quicken'd for the island green.
'Twas not thy wont on arm of flesh to lean,
Faith in the crucified was thy stronghold;
And that thou gather'd wert into His fold,
Let thy life witness and thy death serene.
Faith in the crucified was thy stronghold;
And that thou gather'd wert into His fold,
Let thy life witness and thy death serene.
No need hast thou of pillar proudly placed,
Nor words that friendship's partial pen indites,
Whose memory on a nation's love is based.
Nor words that friendship's partial pen indites,
Whose memory on a nation's love is based.
On some broad living rock 'mid Erin's heights,
Thine own in giant characters be traced—
Know ye have duties, Sirs, as well as rights.
Thine own in giant characters be traced—
Know ye have duties, Sirs, as well as rights.
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