Can wisely plan, and greatly dare?
Yes, Britains, yes! and now again
In shouts your myriad voices raise!
But louder, longer, be the strain
That speaks a grateful nation’s praise.
For Wellington now glads our sight,
Whose valour guards his Sovereign’s throne,
He, in untarnish’d glory bright;
And Wellington is all OUR OWN!
I allude in the sixth line to the mercy he showed at Toulouse. The Baron, Alexander de Humboldt, said to me, “This certainly was the first man in Europe!” and no doubt, when party feeling is forgotten, he will be done justice to. Farewell!