If  such  a  mine  Affection  can  afford,

O  Lady !  mayst  thou  find  it  in  thy  Lord  !


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WELLINGTON  AND  BONAPARTE,


Ye  Youths  of  Britain  mark  the  contrast  here,

Betwixt  two  Heroes, — mark  their  strange  career :

See  one  exalted  in  his  country's  eye,

The  other  humbled  for  his  treachery.
Think  ye  no  Pow'r  superior  to  all.
Commanded  this  to  rise,  and  that  to  fall  ?

Think  ye  the  Hero,  who  so  highly  stands,

Admir'd  in  this,  and  fear'd  in  other  lands.
Could  ever  to  such  pitch  of  honor  rise.
Unless  protected  from  his  enemies  ?

Who  gave  that  eye,  the  rapid  glance  to  see.
Where  best  was  shewn,  the  chance  of  victory  ?

Who  gave  that  firmness  in  the  battle's  hour  ?

Who  made  that  Spirit  mighty  with  his  Power  ?

Who  rais'd  thee  up  for  purposes  unknown,

And  gave  thee  talents,  which  have  now  been  shown  ?

0  Wellington  !  though  mighty  be  thy  fame,
Iknow,  thou  know'st,  a  mightier  Victor's  name  !

1  do  not  Hatter,  'tis  enough  for  me,
To  say  I  like  thee  for  fidelity  !


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And  ev'ry  man  (though  war  oppress  my  heart,)
Has  my  esteem,  who  acts  a  faithful  part.
But  who  am  I !  Proud  boaster,  of  what  clan  ?
A  humble  Christian,  and  an  Englishman  ;
Nor  would  I  ever  for  the  widest  range.
Condition  upon  earth  with  any  change  ;
Be  sure  of  this,  thou  hast  the  honest  truth.
From  hand  and  heart  of  Independent  youth.
Observe  the  contrast,  youths  of  any  clime.
See  Bonaparte  humbled  in  his  prime ;
With  talents  keen,  a  hero  in  his  day.
Without  fidelity.     Ah  !  who  shall  stay.
On  lofty  pinnacle  of  this  world's  fame.
