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SONNET.
XI.
TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
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SONNET. XI. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
1834.
Confusion seize upon their Counsels—those—That would confusion to thy Counsels bring!
Let Faction turn upon herself her Sting,
And their own toils environ thy fierce foes.
Shall this be the Beginning or the Close?
Shall Justice, Truth, Faith, Honour, Virtue, spring
Once more to life—or shall black Discord wring
The Land to agony—and bar repose?
Perish the Lovers of Contentious strife!
That would destroy these Realms of prosperous Pride;
Who—knowing their own worthlessness—their life
Devote to making worthless all beside!—
They shall not stab with an Assassin's knife
Our Country to the heart, while thou'rt her Guard and Guide.
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