Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name <br />I mock thy worth -- Friend of the human race <br />Since scorning Faction's low and partial aim, <br />Aloof thou wendest in thy stately pace, <br />Thyself redeeming from that leprous stain, <br />Nobility: and aye unterrified, <br />Pourest thine Abdiel warnings on the train <br />That sit complotting with rebellious pride <br />'Gaint her, who from the Almighty's bosom leapt <br />With whirlwind arm, fierce Minister of Love! <br />Wherefore, ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept, <br />Angels shall lead thee to the Throne above: <br />And thou from forth its clouds shall hear the voice, <br />Champion of Freedom and her God! rejoice!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi-to-earl-stanhope/
