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SONNET.
VII.
TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
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SONNET. VII. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
1834.
Now be thine Aim—Attainment! and thy WillAccomplishment!—for those—those base
Those wretched traitors, who would seek to efface
The high memory of thy deeds, which ought to thrill
Through every bosom—let them utter still
Their venomed words—Since 'tis in their own face
They shall recoil!—And not the slightest trace
Cling to thy starry name; Oh, thou! whose skill,
Whose towering Genius rescued them, and all
Of England's Children, from the threatened doom—
The oppressor's scourge and brand, and badge and thrall—
Can these thy Glory—or thy Good o'ercome?
No! let them go! 'tis pity from the fall
Thy hand prevented them—who are made for Slavery's gloom!
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