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Names, 'mid the mightiest of the earth enroll'd,
Warrior and sage; the eloquent and strong;
Ah! only weak, least valour lead to wrong.
The lips that once admiring nations heard,
The arm, whose strength retreating legions fear'd.
There lies the lightning glance that Rodney flung,
There sleep the thunders of a Chatham's tongue.
Firm 'mid corruption's cry, 'mid faction's band,
The unshaken Abdiel of a faithless land.
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In the mute senate list'ning—'wouldst thou hear
Tully, or him of Tarsus, now draw near!'
Crouch'd the pale minions then—he stood alone
And shook the impending tempest from the throne.
There meek as wise, in all his wisdom just,
And true to nature, there is Newton's dust.
At every step the exulting breast shall glow,
No vulgar weakness force the tear to flow.
The blameless bard, the unblemish'd statesman, all
Whose hearts responsive throbb'd at Freedom's call,
There lie—alike their task of duty done,
A Somers here, and there an Addison.
To Virtue's eye, awful the dust appears,
The gather'd treasure of a thousand years;
Honour'd, but not deplor'd!——ah! where enshrin'd
As there, the immortality of mind!
The Patriot's breast, the Poet's tongue declare
That half the glory of the world is there.

With awe we visit, oft unmark'd the name,
Each spot that Genius consecrates to fame;