Lady, receive a tributary lay From one who cringeth not to titled state Conventional, and lacketh will to prate Of comeliness--though thine, to which did pay The haughty Childe his tuneful homage, may No minstrel deem a harp-theme derogate. I reckon thee among the truly great And fair, because with genius thou dost sway The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart With pity glows for Suffering, and with zeal Cordial relief and solace to impart. Thou didst, while I rehearsed Toil's wrongs, reveal Such yearnings! Plead! let England hear thee plead With eloquent tongue,--that Toil from wrong be freed! Several pieces in the following Rhyme were written many years ago, and will be recognised …
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