His eloquent lips the Truth have kissed,
His valiant eyes for the Right have shone.
Pray, and listen—'twere well you list—
Look not away lest the chance be missed,
Look on a Man, ere your chance be gone!
Martineau lives, he's alive, he's here!
He loved, and married, seventy years' syne.
Look at him, taintless of fraud or fear,
Alive and manful at Ninety Year,
And blush at your pitiful pessimist whine!