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SONNET. II. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

1834.

Oh thou! now called to that momentous post,
Where England's helm's committed to thy hand,
Gird thee to do thy Duty by the Land!
Restore the Peace, Fame, Honour she hath lost,
Heed not the cry of Faction's evil host,
Their vile flagitious threats with scorn withstand,
Make her once more the Glorious and the Grand—
Earth's happiest Sanctuary and proudest Boast!
On her own true, real, lasting Good intent,
Brunt thou the hate of her base ambushed foes,
Serve her, and save her 'gainst her own consent!
Deliver her from dark and desperate woes,
Heal, heal her wounds—oh! bind each yawning rent
And bid the opening chasm of fierce Destruction close.