The Sun.
London, England, 1820-11-16 00:00:00

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On THE KING'S VISITio the ISLE Pf WIGHT.
(Front the Rath Herald.)
Arise fellow subjects, let Loyaity waken-
Her liveliest strain on this f, stival day;
Oh ! let not.the warmth of our duty be shaken,
Oh ! let not our patriot feelings decay :
Dear England ! though some have deserted thy cause,
Degraded thy soil and insulted thy laws;
And would level that tree, when the storms disappear,
Which ahorded them shelter when peril was neat.
The zeal of our Forefathers cannot be lost,

It flourishes firmly through every ill ;
It lives, and Old England some bosoms may boast,
Alive to the feelings of Englishmen still.
Hail King of our Island—that zeal shall appear,
Reviving in those who now welcome thee here;
And the shouts and the Som4s that surround thee, display
That loyalty is not forgotten to-day. • ,
Then hail to our Sovereign, with joy we receive thee,
And gladly our tribute of duty reveal;
But feeble-and weak is the welcome we give thee,
Compared with the grateful affection we feel.
Thy foes, in their malice, may number with joy
The follies anti ';ports of the youth and the hey;
Poor impotent hatred ❑u stigma they bring,
To sully. thy glory as Regent and King. •
When he, who had lived it: the love of.the nation,
In solitude passed his lire's darkens( decline,
And to thee had devolved his responsible station,
• His course, and the friends he had chosen—were thine;
And you proved that U. father's designs were more dear
Than the sycophants tainting your early career;
Those baffled deluders that choice may condemn;
The successes it caused have been hateful to them.
He to had been scorned by the changeable crowd,
Whose applause by the basest is easily won;.
'Who once followed his footsteps with curses as loud
As the infamous insults they oiler his son
From the tomb where he rests, could he rise and survey
The unsullied renown of thy peaceable sway;
Could he bear them ungratefully slander thy name.
Oh England:- bow well m►ght he blush for thy shame.
And thou, hapless woman, so rashly unveiling
The wonderful ways of tits wandering years ;-
And the honour and truth of each witness assailing,
Lung ere thy defence in its splendour appears.
Are your minions consistent, professing to shu❑
All credence in calumnies heaped upon one ;
Yet when thirty accusers assert your disgrace, - •
At once they condemn them as 'tenured and base.
Ir INNOCENT—may your accusers retreat,.
May your footsteps be foltowed, your person beloved;
May the :Narks who shun yoU then fall at the feet
Of their virtuous Quoin—when her virtue is proved.
But GUILTY !Oh fly to•your favourite climes,
And learn to repent in the scene of your crimes;
You woggle iu vain if your Judges condemn; ,
Impute not one thought of injustice to them.
Oh think not if these your defence have rejected,
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The world will discredit the justice of all ;
Oh hope not that England will then be suspected
Olcausing an imacent wutuao to fall. •
Oh no, you will utter the slander in vain,
Though your crowds may applaud you again and again;
The contempt of the world will embitter your age—
A contempt everlastiug as history's page.
Oh woman that mortal unmanly must be,
Who is cold to thy beauty, thy graces, thy worth ;
And who feels not-a pleasure in succouring thee
Mid the sorrows and fears which assail thee on earth.
But it ever thy footsteps have wandered astray,
All the charm of thy innocence withers away;
Unseen thy remorse thou art doomed to endure,
Lest thy visors contaminate !ghouls more pure.
• Thy fame ie-sp fair and so tender a lower,
That caution must shield it from slander's assault;
Years cannot atone for the !guilt of an hour, -
And even suspicion itself is a fault.
'Till imputed dishonour is proudly removed !
'Till accusers are anewered, aiW innocence proved;
The victim its silence and vilitude mourns,
And shrinks from the world 'tilt her triumph returns.
Is it thus thou- 111,4 t borne tholliograce of a trial ? •
Has modest s*clusion our clemency claimed;
Has your present demeanour maintained your denial
tortner*usactions—too gross to be mimed ?
Rave youLmotavnts in solitude glided•aloug,
With the good and the noble, innwtried by the throng?
Or, have you appeared without sorrow or shame,
As if proud of the infamy blotting your mime ?
Go thou art deluded—though miscreants aid thee,
Their aid is to forward ;to views but their own;
Thy cause is their_ mask, and their cunning has made thee.
A tool to vadanger the ,State and the Throne.
Gu pass through the streets, be the gaze of the crowd, -
But think when their shouts arid their cheers are most loud,
That With clamour as loud-they triumphantly bore-
Those Orator Het oes now thought of no more.
It is not that all their inveterate rancour '
Ia caused by their love or their homage ta thee;
They care not who severs the ship from its aucher,,,
'Or scads it adrift o'er the turbulent sea.
Thy name is the treacherous meteor which shines
O'er the gulph which encloses a traitor's designs;
When you were unthought-of their plots were arranged,
Aud the treason retnatus, though their fool may be elm otr,,?.
Oh! this is the moment whett loyalists boldly
Should Atand by their King, their religion and laws;
Sedition should never be combated coldly,
'lie languor alone can endanger our cause.
Whilst the factious are blindly, or basely employed,
'Oainst the laws 'which their fathers in honour enjoyed;
Let the loyal exert ev'ry voice, ev'ry nerve .
For the laud they adore, the monarch• they serve.
Yes, cluster around him, and show him with pride
His adherents are now neither feeble nor few,
And would rather maintain a dominion long tried,
Than raise a new system—heyaase it is new !
In the cause be all hearts energetic and warm,
And the ship may triumphantly weather the storm ;
In calm or in tempest we'll stand on the deck,
And we'll fight for its safety, or sink with the wreck.
East Canes. Q IN THE CORNER.