The Sun.
London, England, 1817-05-29 00:00:00

P 'I It Y.

For the TitiOci,Lit "CONINIEMOItATIOR of 49th MAY;
The kIRTH-1)4 I' qt the title Right Honourable
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frritlea'atal Recited by EP_VUA'D L. SIPIF7; Et.

" Vir, baud tutu re, ced i;l'enus 6dek."

Clcsao.
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yvby !rid thetßoman. donlit her deathless flame,
ethyl sigh, o!er Virtue asap empty naniee
In that Mead Nor, when nwrtal hope retired,
Why siiik,the patriot. s the man expired ?
*by 00 else f.ravelslid lia:Pros bend bis rye,
heelless alike of RuMe and Liberty ?--

.Not thus the bonouyed Sage of ALBION died,
CHATHAM'S great her glory and her guide.
Aund the stone that shook, her perilled state,
While.prosPerous crime assined.the pnwer of fate,
re fell Autiost's safety troubled there,
i life his labour, and in death bis prayer.
Yet, through the thickening shadow of the tomb,
Cilutics, how brightly visioned! pierced the iclooni;
While ail her future conquests Oftered his eye,
And Hope reposed On'lnnuortality.

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• 'TW4I then hiidying glance prophetic saw
Her power avenged, her vindicated law:
Then, years,of peace and triumph poured their rays,
Till life was lost amid the lengthening gaze.
Then, as eabinisted sank the Patriot's frame,
He moni Red not Virtne as an empty name
Virtue! his noblest and, his dearest prize.,
His wish on emit), his passport to the skies.
Then Joyed his forward spirit, in the day
NN'hen filtirpation shut its latest ray,
Inen his loved Country with her single arm
Sundered the chain,and.burst the baleful charm,
Again o'er Paris bade her brainier wave,
anquished again,— and oh !—again forgave.

The strife deterthined, ALBION, by thy sword;
The rightful 800 awns to his throne restored;
The Anarch driven to yon ocean rock,
Itehelliuu'• dresJ example, mid her mock;
Say, what remains in th►s exulting close,
Fur thee, the champion of a world's repuie
Thine is thy plate task, to rest beneath
The olive's shade, and watch its freshening wreath,
And keep thy grateful vigil o'er the tomb
Of I-11A, whose memory claims its brighirst bloom.

And now, while mingled joy and sorrow call
Thy Sons to welcome this high festical,
Even now, through all the stet ne of thy land
One potent name unites the social hand;
Thy Peers, thy Senators, thy Chieftains brave,
Arid they who spread thy commerce o'er the ware,
In kindred sympathy that name revere,
Blending the smile of trinutph with its tear.
Speak we of geld nu more.—*.We might hare sighed,
When last we wit, to think that PIT!' 119th died;
That t lit wise counsels, which survived to save
Our empire's strength, were heard but frOm the grave.
Our thought is now of gladness, that his life
Ahided not to mourn his country's strife ;
That, ere the blot of one pernicious day,
When Treason marsluilled forth her sworn array,
Indulgent Ilearen the Patriot's anguish spared,
And kindly called hint to his high reward.
The world limit seen thee, Atatos ! in the hour
Of thy deep peril, and thy fUelihdll'S power,
Standing—how firmly !—on thy native rock,
Breasting—how boldly!--all his angriest shoelt.
And lives this praise no more !—And must it die
From the abashed and blushing memory ?
ICo.—ltather let us tend the sullied page,
That mars the pride of this thy proudest age!
That tell, of conquests by the contort-ors shamed!
Of trophies slighted, and of triumphs blamed !
Of fame rejected, nod of glory lost !
And even existence hated for its cost

Forbear the galling theme. Our ancient pride
Still pours along the wave its lustre wide;
Still in her splendour ALutos duds her sway,
As the bright sun gives safety to the day;
With duteous homage hails her REGENT'S plutae;
And binds the vow upon lIER PATRIOT'S TOMB.