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And, rail thy slanderers as they will,
“ With all thy faults I love Thee" still :
For faults thou hast, of heinous size ;
Repent, renounce them, ere they rise
In judgment;-lest thine ocean-wall
With boundless ruin round thee fall,
And that, which was thy mightiest stay,
Sweep all thy rocks like sand away.
Yes, thou hast faults of heinous size,
From which I turn with weeping eyes ;
On these let them that hate Thee dwell :
Yet one I spare not, -one I tell,
Tell with a whisper in thine ear ;
Oh! might it wring thy heart with fear!
Oh! that my weakest word might roll,
Like heaven's own thunder, through thy soul !
There is a lie in thy right hand;
A bribe, corrupting all the land ;
There is within thy gates a pest,
-Gold and a Babylonish vest ;
Not hid in shame-concealing shade,
But broad against the sun displayed.
These,-tell it not,-it must be told ;
These from thy LOTTERY Waeels are sold ;
Sold, -and thy children, trained to sin,
Hazard both worlds these plagues to win ;
Nay, thy deluded statesmen stake
Thyself,—and lose Thee for their sake!
Lose Thee ?They shall not ;-HE, whose will
Is Nature's law, preserves Thee still ;
And while the uplifted bolt impends,
One warning more his mercy sends.
O BRITAIN! O my country! bring Forth from thy camp the accursed thing ;
Consign it to remorseless fire,
Watch till the latest spark expire,
Then cast the ashes on the wind,
Nor leave one atom-wreck behind.
So may thy wealth and power increase;
So may thy people dwell in peace;
On Thee the ALMIGHTY's glory rest,
And all the world in Thee be blest.
BELSHAZZAR. Hour of an Empire's overthrow!
The Princes from the feast were gone, The Idol flame was burning low;
'Twas midnight upon Babylon. That night the feast was wild and high ;
That night was Sion's gold profaned; The seal was set to blasphemy;
The last deep cup of wrath was drained.
Mid jewelled roof and silken pall,
Belshazzar on his couch was flung;
A burst of thunder filled the hall
He heard—but 'twas no mortal tongue:-
King of the East, the trumpet calls,
That calls thee to a tyrants grave;
A curse is on thy palace walls-
A curse is on thy guardian wave:
“A surge is in Euphrates' bed,
That never filled its bed before;
A surge, that, ere the morn be red,
Shall load with death its haughty shore.
“ Behold a tide of Persian steel!
A torrent of the Median car ;
Like flame their gory banners wheel ;
Rise, King, and arm thee for the war!”
Belshazzar gazed; the voice was past-
The lofty chamber filled with gloom ; But echoed on the sudden blast
The rushing of a mighty plume. He listened ; all again was still ;
He beard no chariot's iron clang; He heard the fountain's gushing rill,
The breeze that through the roses sang. He slept; in sleep wild murmurs came ;
A visioned splendour fired the sky; He heard Belshazzar's taunted name;
He heard again the Prophet cry“ Sleep, Sultan ! 'tis thy final sleep,
Or wake, or sleep, the guilty dies.
The wrongs of those who watch and weep,
Around thee and thy nation rise."
He started ; 'mid the battle's yell,
He saw the Persian rushing on ; He saw the flames around him swell ;
Thou’rt ashes ! King of Babylon.
RICHMOND ENCOURAGING HIS SOLDIERS.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
Richard, the bloody and devouring chief,
Whose ravenous appetite has spoiled your fields,
Laid this rich country waste, and rudely cropped
Its ripened hopes of fair posterity,
Is now even in the centre of the isle.
Thrice is he armed who hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted :
The very weight of Richard's guilt shall crush him.
Then, let us on, my friends, and boldly face him.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As mild behaviour and humanity;
But, when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Let us be tigers in our fierce deportment.
For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
Shall be this body on the earth's cold face ;
But, if we thrive, the glory of the action
The meanest soldier here shall share his part of.
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords,
Sound drums and trumpets, boldly and cheerfully;
The word's “St. George, Richmond, and Victory !"
Ir chanced one day, so I've been told,
(The story is not very old,)
As Will and Tom, two servants able,
Were waiting at their master's table,
Tom brought a fine fat turkey in,
The sumptuous dinner to begin :
Then Will appeared-superbly cooked,
A tongue upon the platter smoked ;
- When, oh! sad fate! he struck the door,
And tumbled flat upon the floor ;
The servants stared, the guests looked down,
When quick uprising with a frown,
The master cried, “Sirrah! I say
“ Begone, nor wait a single day,
“ You stupid cur! you've spoiled the feast,
“ How can another tongue be dressed ?"
While thus the master stormed and roared,
Will, who with wit was somewhat stored,
(For he by no means was a fool,
Some Latin too he'd-learned at school,)
Said, (thinking he might change disgrace
For laughter, and thus save his place,)
“ Oh! call me not a stupid cur,
“ 'T was but a lapsus linguæ, Sir.”
“ A lapsus linguæ?” one guest cries,
“ A pun!” another straight replies.
The joke was caught—the laugh went round-
Nor could a serious face be found.
The master, when the uproar ceased,
Finding his guests were all well pleased,
Forgave the servant's slippery feet,
And quick revoked his former threat.
Now Tom had all this time stood still,
And heard the applause bestowed on Will;
Delighted, he had seen the fun,
Of what his comrade late had done,
And thought, should he but do the same,
An equal share of praise he'd claim.
As soon as told the meat to fetch in,
Bolted like lightning to the kitchen,
And seizing there a leg of lamb,
(I am not certain, perhaps 'twas ham,
No matter which,) without delay,
Off to the parlour marched away,
And stumbling as he turned him round,
Twirled joint and dish upon the ground.
For this my lord was ill-prepared ;
Again the astonished servants stared.
Tom grinned—but seeing no one stir,
“ Another lapsus linguæ, Sir !"
Loud he exclaimed-no laugh was raised,
No “ clever fellow's” wit was praised.