And far as breathes their wafted charm,
Their favourites none shall harm.
When wily tongue, and factious aim,
Die unrecorded down, or live in deathless shame,
Valour and Truth! your galaxy
Shall stream o'er England's evening sky,
From whence in high-soul'd solitude
She by her Royal Martyr stood,
To where her latest warrior brought
Calm eye, strong arm, and loyal thought
To his wrong'd Sovereign's side, alone,
And Isis wish'd such worth her own.
Now firm 'gainst evil lore of France,
As erst against the embattled lance,
True Patriots ye: when tempests beat
And darkness thickens round
Serener heights your eyes shall greet,
And breaking clouds, beyond the storm on high,
Disclose th' ascending path of Heav'n-born loyalty.
THE HON. W. L. T. HARRIS,