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ALFRED.
Alfred,—oh read his tale by Milton told!—In seasons, when the change of day and night
Doth, in our heaven, ill separate the light
For studious men, his hands in prayer did fold
By angels seen—and coloured tapers bright
Each lone hour's watch with varying hues record,
While Europe's fates, in ample scroll unrolled,
Are spread before the Mighty Island's lord;
—And then and now hath Alfred his reward!
Of all that noble life no hour was lost;—
Thoughtful in act,—and active while he prayed,—
He loved the land, for which his vows were paid,
Restored to peace a people tempest-tossed,
And England is the nation he hath made!
1824.
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