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List the winds of March are blowing	A
Her ground flowers shrink afraid of showing	A
Their meek heads to the nipping air	B
Which ye feel not happy pair	B
Sunk into a kindly sleep	C
We meanwhile our hope will keep	C
And if Time leagued with adverse Change	D
Too busy fear shall cross its range	D
Whatsoever check they bring	A
Anxious duty hindering	A
To like hope our prayers will cling	A
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Thus while the ruminating spirit feeds	E
Upon the events of home as life proceeds	E
Affections pure and holy in their source	F
Gain a fresh impulse run a livelier course	F
Hopes that within the Father's heart prevail	G
Are in the experienced Grandsire's slow to fail	G
And if the harp pleased his gay youth it rings	H
To his grave touch with no unready strings	H
While thoughts press on and feelings overflow	I
And quick words round him fall like flakes of snow	I
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Thanks to the Powers that yet maintain their sway	J
And have renewed the tributary Lay	J
Truths of the heart flock in with eager pace	K
And FANCY greets them with a fond embrace	K
Swift as the rising sun his beams extends	L
She shoots the tidings forth to distant friends	L
Their gifts she hails deemed precious as they prove	M
For the unconscious Babe so prompt a love	N
But from this peaceful centre of delight	O
Vague sympathies have urged her to take flight	O
Rapt into upper regions like the bee	P
That sucks from mountain heath her honey fee	P
Or like the warbling lark intent to shroud	Q
His head in sunbeams or a bowery cloud	Q
She soars and here and there her pinions rest	R
On proud towers like this humble cottage blest	R
With a new visitant an infant guest	R
Towers where red streamers flout the breezy sky	S
In pomp foreseen by her creative eye	S
When feasts shall crowd the hall and steeple bells	T
Glad proclamation make and heights and dells	T
Catch the blithe music as it sinks and swells	T
And harboured ships whose pride is on the sea	T
Shall hoist their topmost flags in sign of glee	T
Honouring the hope of noble ancestry	T
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But who though neither reckoning ills assigned	U
By Nature nor reviewing in the mind	U
The track that was and is and must be worn	V
With weary feet by all of woman born	V
Shall 'now' by such a gift with joy be moved	W
Nor feel the fulness of that joy reproved	W
Not He whose last faint memory will command	W
The truth that Britain was his native land	W
Whose infant soul was tutored to confide	W
In the cleansed faith for which her martyrs died	W
Whose boyish ear the voice of her renown	X
With rapture thrilled whose Youth revered the crown	X
Of Saxon liberty that Alfred wore	Y
Alfred dear Babe thy great Progenitor	Z
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Not He who from her mellowed practice drew	A2
His social sense of just and fair and true	A2
And saw thereafter on the soil of France	T
Rash Polity begin her maniac dance	T
Foundations broken up the deeps run wild	W
Nor grieved to see himself not unbeguiled	W
Woke from the dream the dreamer to upbraid	W
And learn how sanguine expectations fade	W
When novel trusts by folly are betrayed	W
To see Presumption turning pale refrain	B2
From further havoc but repent in vain	B2
Good aims lie down and perish in the road	W
Where guilt had urged them on with ceaseless goad	W
Proofs thickening round her that on public ends	T
Domestic virtue vitally depends	T
That civic strife can turn the happiest hearth	C2
Into a grievous sore of self tormenting earth	D2
	-
Can such a One dear Babe though glad and proud	W
To welcome thee repel the fears that crowd	W
Into his English breast and spare to quake	E2
Less for his own than for thy innocent sake	E2
Too late or should the providence of God	W
Lead through dark ways by sin and sorrow trod	W
Justice and peace to a secure abode	W
Too soon thou com'st into this breathing world	W
Ensigns of mimic outrage are unfurled	W
Who shall preserve or prop the tottering Realm	F2
What hand suffice to govern the state helm	F2
If in the aims of men the surest test	W
Of good or bad whate'er be sought for or profest	W
Lie in the means required or ways ordained	W
For compassing the end else never gained	W
Yet governors and governed both are blind	W
To this plain truth or fling it to the wind	W
If to expedience principle must bow	G2
Past future shrinking up beneath the incumbent Now	G2
If cowardly concession still must feed	W
The thirst for power in men who ne'er concede	W
Nor turn aside unless to shape a way	J
For domination at some riper day	J
If generous Loyalty must stand in awe	H2
Of subtle Treason in his mask of law	I2
Or with bravado insolent and hard	W
Provoking punishment to win reward	W
If office help the factious to conspire	Z
And they who 'should' extinguish fan the fire	Z
Then will the sceptre be a straw the crown	X
Sit loosely like the thistle's crest of down	X
To be blown off at will by Power that spares it	W
In cunning patience from the head that wears it	W
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Lost people trained to theoretic feud	W
Lost above all ye labouring multitude	W
Bewildered whether ye by slanderous tongues	T
Deceived mistake calamities for wrongs	T
And over fancied usurpations brood	W
Oft snapping at revenge in sullen mood	W
Or from long stress of real injuries fly	S
To desperation for a remedy	W
In bursts of outrage spread your judgments wide	W
And to your wrath cry out Be thou our guide	W
Or bound by oaths come forth to tread earth's floor	Y
In marshalled thousands darkening street and moor	J2
With the worst shape mock patience ever wore	Y
Or to the giddy top of self esteem	K2
By Flatterers carried mount into a dream	K2
Of boundless suffrage at whose sage behest	W
Justice shall rule disorder be supprest	W
And every man sit down as Plenty's Guest	W
	-
Oh for a bridle bitted with remorse	T
To stop your Leaders in their headstrong course	T
Oh may the Almighty scatter with his grace	T
These mists and lead you to a safer place	T
By paths no human wisdom can foretrace	T
May He pour round you from worlds far above	N
Man's feverish passions his pure light of love	N
That quietly restores the natural mien	L2
To hope and makes truth willing to be seen	L2
'Else' shall your blood stained hands in frenzy reap	C
Fields gaily sown when promises were cheap	C
Why is the Past belied with wicked art	W
The Future made to play so false a part	W
Among a people famed for strength of mind	W
Foremost in freedom noblest of mankind	W
We act as if we joyed in the sad tune	M2
Storms make in rising valued in the moon	M2
Nought but her changes Thus ungrateful Nation	N2
If thou persist and scorning moderation	N2
Spread for thyself the snares of tribulation	N2
Whom then shall meekness guard What saving skill	O2
Lie in forbearance strength in standing still	O2
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Soon shall the widow for the speed of Time	P2
Nought equals when the hours are winged with crime	P2
Widow or wife implore on tremulous knee	W
From him who judged her lord a like decree	W
The skies will weep o'er old men desolate	W
Ye little ones Earth shudders at your fate	W
Outcasts and homeless orphans	T
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But turn my Soul and from the sleeping pair	B
Learn thou the beauty of omniscient care	B
Be strong in faith bid anxious thoughts lie still	O2
Seek for the good and cherish it the ill	O2
Oppose or bear with a submissive will	O2
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