When British Freedom for an happier land <br />Spread her broad wings, that fluttered with affright, <br />Erskine! thy voice she heard, and paused her flight <br />Sublime of hope! For dreadless thou didst stand <br />(Thy censer glowing with the hallowed flame) <br />An hireless Priest before th' insulted shrine, <br />And at her altar poured'st the stream divine <br />Of unmatched eloquence. Therefore thy name <br />Her Sons shall venerate, and cheer thy breast <br />With blessings heavenward breathed. And when the doom <br />Of Nature bids thee rise beyond the tomb, <br />Thy light shall shine: as sunk beneath the West <br />Tho' the great Summer Sun eludes our gaze, <br />Still burns wide Heaven with his distended blaze.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-to-erskine/