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SONNET. XII. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

1834.

Should we forget thy deeds of Glory?—No!
We should not, must not, cannot so forget—
Foul Shame 'twere, ere the living Sun hath set!—
But some remembering still what they do owe,
The worst of Ingrates—basely seek to o'erthrow
Their Glorious Benefactor!—Yet, oh!—yet
Some, some there are, who nobly chafe and fret
Beneath their load of Obligations, though
They dream not, hope not to discharge the whole
Of that most infinite, and onerous Debt!
Still evermore o'erflow their lips and Soul
With deep acknowledgments—to him who met
For them, War's horrent front—who made his Goal
Their England's Ark of Peace—unchecked by frown or threat!