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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elijah's Mantle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.<br>When, by th' Almighty's dread command<br>Elijah, call'd from Israel's land,<br> Rose in the sacred flame,<br>His Mantle good Elisha caught,<br>And, with the Prophet's spirit fraught,<br> Her second hope became.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Pitt our Israel saw combined<br>The Patriot's heart--the Prophet's mind,<br> Elijah's spirit here:<br>Now, sad reverse!--that spirit reft,<br>No confidence, no hope is left;<br> For no Elijah's near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Is there, among the greedy band<br>Who've seized on power, with harpy hand,<br> And Patriot, worth assume,<br>One on whom public faith can rest--<br>One fit to wear Elijah's vest,<br> And cheer a Nation's gloom?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Grenville!--to aid thy Treasury fame,<br>A portion of Pitt's Mantle claim,<br> His gen'rous ardour feel;<br>Resolve, 'bove sordid self, to soar,<br>Amidst Exchequer gold be poor!<br> Thy wealth--the public weal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fox!--if on thee some remnant fall,<br>The shred may to thy mind recall,<br> Those hours of loud debate,<br>When thy unhallow'd lips be-praised<br>&quot;The glorious fabric&quot; traitors raised<br> An Bourbon's fallen state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy soul let Pitt's example fire,<br>With patriot zeal thy tongue inspire,<br> Spite of thy Gallic leaven;<br>And teach thee in thy latest day,<br>His form of prayer, (if thou canst pray)<br> &quot;O save my country, Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Windham,--if e'er thy sorrows flow<br>For private loss or public woe,<br> Thy rigid bow unbend:<br>Tears over Cæsar Brutus shed,<br>His hatred warr'd not with the dead--<br> And Pitt was once thy friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Does Envy bid thee not to mourn?<br>Hold then his Mantle up to scorn,<br> His well-earn'd fame assail:<br>Of funeral honors stript his corse,<br>And at his virtues till thou'rt hoarse,<br> Like curst Thersites rail!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Illustrious Roscius of the State!<br>New-breech'd and harness'd for debate,<br> Thou wonder of thy age!<br>Petty or Betty art thou height,<br>By Granta sent to strut thy night<br> On Stephen's bustling stage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pitt's 'Chequer robe 'tis thine to wear;<br>Take of his Mantle too a share,<br> 'Twill aid thy Ways and Means;<br>And should Fat Jack, and his Cabal;<br>Cry &quot;Rob us the Exchequer, Hal!&quot;<br> 'Twill charm away the fiends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sage Palinurus of the realm!<br>By Vincent call'd to take the helm!<br> And play his proxy's part;<br>Dost thou or star or compass know?<br>Canst reef aloft--or hand below?<br> Past conn'd the shipman's chart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No!--From Pitt's Mantle tear a rag,<br>Enough to serve thee for a flag,<br> And hoist it on thy mast:<br>Beneath that sign (our prosperous star)<br>Shall future Nelsons rush to war,<br> And rival victories past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sidmouth--though low his head is laid<br>Who call'd thee from thy native shade,<br> An gave thee second birth;<br>Gave thee the sweets of Power and Place,<br>The tufted gown--the gilded mace,<br> And rear'd thy puny worth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Think how his Mantle wrapp'd thee round:<br>Is one of equal virtue found<br> Among thy new compeers?<br>Or can thy cloak of Amiens stuff,<br>Once laugh'd to scorn by Blue and Buff,<br> Screen thee from Windham's jeers?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When Faction threaten'd Britain's land<br>Thy new-made friends--a desperate band,<br> Like Ahab--stood reproved:<br>Pitt's powerful tongue their rage could check;<br>His counsel saved, 'midst General wreck,<br> The Israel that he loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yes, honor'd shade! whilst near thy grave<br>The letter'd sage, and chieftain brave,<br> The votive marble claim;<br>O'er thy cold corse--the public tear<br>Congeal'd, a crystal shrine shall rear,<br> Unsullied as thy fame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Canning">George Canning</a><div class=q>
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When, by th' Almighty's dread command
Elijah, call'd from Israel's land,
 Rose in the sacred flame,
His Mantle good Elisha caught,
And, with the Prophet's spirit fraught,
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