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SONNET XIX.

To his Grace Thomas Archbishop of Canterbury.
Prelate, whose steady hand, and watchful eye
The sacred vessel of Religion guide,
Secure from Superstition's dangerous tide,
And fateful Rocks of Infidelity;
Think not, in this bad age of obloquy,
When Christian virtues Christians dare deride,
And worth by Party-zele alone is tried,
To 'scape the poison'd shafts of calumny;
No—though the tenor of thy blameless life,
Like His, whose flock is to thy care consign'd,
Be spent in teaching Truth and doing Good;
Yet, 'mongst the Sons of Bigotry and Strife,
Thou too, like Him, must hear thy Good malign'd,
Thy Person slander'd, and thy Truths withstood.