RELUCTANT call it was; the rite delayed; And in the Senate some there were who doffed The last of their humanity, and scoffed At providential judgments, undismayed By their own daring. But the People prayed As with one voice; their flinty heart grew soft With penitential sorrow, and aloft
Their spirit mounted, crying, "God us aid! " Oh that with aspirations more intense, Chastised by self-abasement more profound, This People, once so happy, so renowned For liberty, would seek from God defence Against far heavier ill, the pestilence Of revolution, impiously unbound!
Upon the late General Fast March, 1832
FORTH rushed, from Envy sprung and Self-conceit, Protest A Power misnamed the SPIRIT of Reform,
And through the astonished Island swept in storm, 1838 Threatening to lay all Orders at her feet
That crossed her way. Now stoops she to entreat Licence to hide at intervals her head Where she may work, safe, undisquieted, In a close Box, covert for Justice meet. St George of England! keep a watchful eye Fixed on the Suitor; frustrate her request- Stifle her hope; for, if the State comply, From such Pandorian gift may come a Pest Worse than the Dragon that bowed low his crest, Pierced by thy spear in glorious victory.
The Ballot SAID Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 1838 Falsehood and Treachery, in close council met, Deep under ground, in Pluto's cabinet,
"The frost of England's pride will soon be thawed; Hooded the open brow that overawed Our schemes; the faith and honour, never yet By us with hope encountered, be upset ;- For once I burst my bands, and cry, applaud! Then whispered she, "The Bill is carrying out!" They heard, and starting up, the Brood of Night Clapped hands, and shook with glee their matted locks;
All Powers and Places that abhor the light Joined in the transport, echoed back their shout, Hurrah for -, hugging his Ballot-box!
A Statesman BLEST Statesman He, whose Mind's unselfish will 1838 Leaves him at ease among grand thoughts; whose
Sees that, apart from magnanimity,
Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill With patient care. What tho' assaults run high, They daunt not him who holds his ministry, Resolute, at all hazards, to fulfil
Its duties;-prompt to move, but firm to wait,- Knowing things rashly sought are rarely found; That, for the functions of an ancient State- Strong by her charters, free because imbound, Servant of Providence, not slave of Fate- Perilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound.
PORTENTOUS change when History can appear As the cool Advocate of foul device; Reckless audacity extol, and jeer
At consciences perplexed with scruples nice! They who bewail not must abhor the sneer Born of Conceit, Power's blind Idolater; Or haply sprung from vaunting Cowardice Betrayed by mockery of holy fear.
Hath it not long been said the wrath of Man Works not the righteousness of God? Oh bend, Bend, ye Perverse! to judgments from on High, Laws that lay under Heaven's perpetual ban All principles of action that transcend The sacred limits of humanity.
On recent Histories of the French Revolution 1842?
WHO ponders National events shall find An awful balancing of loss and gain, Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined, And proud deliverance issuing out of pain And direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind, With whose perfection it consists to ordain Volcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane, Dealt in like sort with feeble human kind By laws immutable. But woe for him Who thus deceived shall lend an eager hand To social havoc. Is not Conscience ours, And Truth, whose eye guilt only can make dim; And Will, whose office, by divine command, Is to control and check disordered Powers?
Concluded LONG-FAVOURED England! be not thou misled By monstrous theories of alien growth, Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wroth, Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed red With thy own blood, which tears in torrents shed Fail to wash out, tears flowing ere thy troth Be plighted, not to ease but sullen sloth, Or wan despair-the ghost of false hope fled Into a shameful grave. Among thy youth, My Country! if such warning be held dear, Then shall a Veteran's heart be thrilled with joy, One who would gather from eternal truth, For time and season, rules that work to cheer— Not scourge, to save the People-not destroy.
After hearing MEN of the Western World! in Fate's dark book reports of Whence these opprobrious leaves of dire portent? cruelties Think ye your British Ancestors forsook
in America Their native Land, for outrage provident ; 1839 From unsubmissive necks the bridle shook To give, in their Descendants, freer vent And wider range to passions turbulent, To mutual tyranny a deadlier look?
Nay, said a voice, soft as the south wind's breath, Dive through the stormy surface of the flood To the great current flowing underneath; Explore the countless springs of silent good; So shall the truth be better understood, And thy grieved Spirit brighten strong in faith.
DAYS undefiled by luxury or sloth,
Firm self-denial, manners grave and staid, Rights equal, laws with cheerfulness obeyed, Words that require no sanction from an oath, And simple honesty a common growth- This high repute, with bounteous Nature's aid, Won confidence, now ruthlessly betrayed At will, your power the measure of your troth! All who revere the memory of Penn Grieve for the land on whose wild woods his name Was fondly grafted with a virtuous aim, Renounced, abandoned by degenerate Men For state-dishonour black as ever came To
upper air from Mammon's loathsome den.
[The reproach withdrawn 1850]
Aн why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit Of sudden passion roused shall men attain True freedom where for ages they have lain Bound in a dark abominable pit,
With life's best sinews more and more unknit. Here, there, a banded few who loathe the chain May rise to break it; effort worse than vain For thee, O great Italian nation, split Into those jarring fractions.-Let thy scope Be one fixed mind for all; thy rights approve To thy own conscience gradually renewed; Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope; Then trust thy cause to the arm of Fortitude, The light of Knowledge, and the warmth of Love.
At Bologna, after the Insurrections 1837
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