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HOWARD.
Glorious Apostle of Humanity,Whose every thought was love to God and Man,
Whose every day sped one consistent plan
Of energized benevolence,—to thee,
O noblest of the Howards, would I bring
A young disciple's worship: tell it out,
Daughters of guilt, and sons of misery,
Poor prisoners, in a grateful chorus sing,
Felons, and common thieves, ye rabble rout
Of gaol or galley, vilest, meanest, worst,
Whom but godlike Howard's pitying eye
Left to your desperate fate, as things accurst,
To greet your Friend in generous rapture shout,
And raise your homage to his home on high!
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