Samuel Taylor Coleridge — To Earl Stanhope

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name        &nbspI mock thy worth—Friend of the Human Race!        &nbspSince scorning Faction's low and partial aim Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace, Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain,        &nbspNobility: and aye unterrify'd        &nbspPourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train That sit complotting with rebellious pride 'Gainst Herwho from the Almighty's bosom leapt        &nbspWith whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love!        &nbspWherefore, ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept, Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above: And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice, Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!