TO C.S.
I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right,—if seldom to thine ear
My voice hath mingled with the exultant cheer
Borne upon all our Northern winds along,—
If I have failed to join the fickle throng
In wide-eyed wonder that thou standest strong
In victory, surprised in thee to find
Brougham's scathing power with Canning's grace combined,—
That he, for whom the ninefold Muses sang,