THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD DURHAM,
NOW ON AN EMBASSY AT THE COURT OF RUSSIA.
What are the glories, which on history's page
Make nations proud; not that her fleets can sweep,
Like fate, above the ocean; not that lands,
More mighty than herself, yet own her sway;
Not that her armies might subdue a world;
Not that strength sits within her walls, and wealth
Pours its abundance forth: these are but means,
And humble instruments, to work renown.
Look to what use she puts them. Does her flag
Extend protection? Is her sword but drawn
For righteous uses? Does her strength supply
Force to the weak? and does her wealth relieve
The want which follows it? England, these things
Are now demanded of thee:—Far away
A ship is sailing over northern seas,
And in that ship is one who comes from thee,
An English statesman, one who lately stood
And pledged himself to the immortal cause
Of the unalienable rights of man.
He goes—and in thy name, and with thy power,
To greet the Czar, he, whose far rule extends
—"Even to Asia. Will he bear no word
Of wrath to the oppressor, and of hope
To the oppressed? and will he raise no voice,
O gallant Poland! in thy generous cause?
A fearful state—that of society,
When all its natural order is o’erthrown,
By the o’erwhelming pressure of some fear,
More terrible than death; and by some hope,
Desperate, but determined: then are changed
All common rules, children have thoughts like age,
While men ’merge every aim in one atttempt;
And all hands grow familiar with the sword.
E’en woman leaves the couch by which she watched,
The lute o’er which she leant, the home which owed
To her its happiness, and seeks the trench,
The guarded wall, or mounts the fiery steed;
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