Pamphlets and Parodies on Political SubjectsHone, William
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Pamphlets and Parodies on Political Subjects
Hone, William
Political satire, English
The eye to bless, and the hand to save,
Were not the gifts that the altar gave!
She never knew the sweet control
That wins, that guards the cherish'd soul;
But met the keen repulsive glance
From furious eye-balls turn'd askance!--
A _licensed outcast_, bade to roam,
No husband's bed--no friend--no home--
The treacherous _Spy_ in ambush placed,
Our British name defiled, disgraced!
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At last kind Heaven upon her smiled--
The raptured Mother clasp'd her Child;
Maternal love beam'd from her eye;
The tear-dew'd cheek _for once_ was dry.
But devilish hate could ne'er endure
A joy so sweet, a bliss so pure;
And the cherub-smile that cheer'd her life,
Was rudely torn from the widow'd wife!
But who shall tell--or who shall believe,
That malice could deeper wrongs conceive?
O, learn the deed from the daughter's bier--
In Judgment bid her _Tomb_ appear;
On the dark vault let the day-beam shine;
Behold the broken lincage-line!
The Record rests on the sculptured stone--
_Robb'd of the Mother's name_ alone.
The surpliced Priest made no appeal--
His Earthly Masters check'd his zeal--
From those who bent their heads to Heaven,
To pray that mortals be forgiven;
No kind behest for her was sent,
No Priestly hand to her was lent;
But when, at length, she lifeless fell,
Rose the _hollow_ sound of _their_ passing bell!
Well fed, well paid, to blast her name,
Swarms of Italian Monsters came;
And English Monsters, fouler still,
Obey'd their Masters' deadly will!
The fiends have chased her day by day,
Her _Sabbath_ death-bed was their prey!--
These are not men!--they never press'd
The life-streams from a human breast;
Nor are they woman-born--but thrown
From some vile source to man unknown!
She struggled long--she nobly rose
Triumphant o'er her rancorous foes;
Bravely she stood the lengthen'd strife
For honest fame--more dear than life--
But ah! the nerve, too finely strung,
Was wrench'd, was torn, was rudely wrung--
She won the prize--_that_ strength was given,
Then burst from earth to kinder Heaven!
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[Illustration: 241]
ROYAL CUCKOO CLOCK.
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