Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1846-08-28
POETICAL.
For t5t IIdqLUT.
TO SIR ROBERT PEEL.

For tts Eaqlher.
TO SIR ROBERT PEEL
p,,r pee,I though meier touched old England's
strand
Nor telt The pressure of thy cordial hand,
Tho Imay neer behold thy beaming face,
Nor witness the iniinilab'e grace
With which the silver stream comes pouring lofin'
OF splendid periods in the cause oil tru'h,-
Yet do love thee; for in thee We IND
Th enlightened advocate Of human KIDD
Disdaining all Inc gorgeous roees oI on'n'
(The lot as of OF viieness as u "o,''
We do thee reverence, plebeian as 'hou ar
For true nobility Of head and heart.
The oaud that elilters on palrcian breast,
Or cen the jewel in royal crest,
N;tb but dim and feeble lustre glows
Beside the wreath, that Virtues hand bss'o"s
For mans primeva sin high Heaven deelseu'
He by his sweat. and toll, should win MS o'eso'
A curse with mercy mixr, il curse J! were.
And one that man might accompanying ueai'
Dr., hr ,onr s,a,ntes twas more bilter inaae,
TIE swest was blood, the toll unrepad.
vas, hwas reserved Tor tyrants OF the EARN,
To smite the planet with partial dearln;
Forbidding man 10 reach ms bfo'nef ioou'
Across hill, OF intervening nooa!
For what are seas, or mountains, 10 Inc eyes
~ ,ynr eyed Love, or wings OF Enterprise
IN vain kind Heaven, from lis portals VIDE,
Pour'd Plenty's hoin Ger all the world oesidei
AS half relenting al the tragic iate;
That drove despontiug man from Eden's galei-
poor hapless Britain, mid the harvest STOOD,
Mock'd bv the sight, denied the taste Of food
A starving Tanaus, whose pinss awoke
The worlds loud curses, ere his letters broke:--
Thus hath il ever been, since Adams iai',
Stewards more cruel than The Lord Of all.
Who's he. with vision OF contracted range,
Presumes 10 TAX thy policy with change =
As we'll might pilot, sworn 10 direct route
For wheeling round 10 Iite tempest OUT
Or swaying 10 the right or lett ms Prov,
Whenever he sees that breakers lufk oeiow,
With Indignation from The helm oe tnius',
And doom'd as perjur'd traitor 10 his trust
Did ever shrewd philosopher ye, NIX
A changeless paral,ax in politics.
No! in the search his pryins telescope
Mid fluctuations must forever grope.
q peell would no, give the joyous smile
That beams on thee, from Britsins gra'eiui isie'
For all the plaudils OF the pamper'd few
Who deem'd thine utmost efforts but their cue;
Nor loudest ode of hireling bard who sings
His pepsion'd follies 10 the ear OF kings,
Whose barlot muse, with prostituted lays,
Hath damn'd the Tyre in Corruption's praise.
Deem not the Muse Jacobin so herce,
Who'd blast all law and order with CURSE
No! The mild advocate OF truth and peace,
Shed bid the strife Of warning nations cease,
And by the waIbing OF her lowy lay,
Invoke the dawning Of millennal day
YET she would sound in sovereign Europes ear,
A truth that sovereigns very seldom near;
But one whose worth ontweighs mine OF gold,
TIMELY 10 Yield ichaf force cannot tr'ttaod
That worm, the people, ,rod upon TOO long,
At length must turn, Indignant, OF the wrong
And what commissions follow from The lhroes
OF frantic millions, stung by tyrant foes,
AMI what the wrecks they made in every age,
Are writ in blood on histrys tragic page.
Charlotte Va