To Mrs. Hardinge

ACCEPT , for thou art generous and brave,
The Sword, that Courage won, that Britain gave!
From thee , both enterprize and laurel sprung;
By thee to Honour's field the arms were strung;
In thy example was the Hero found;
By thee his fame was built, his wreaths were bound.
Proud of thy love, and studious of thy worth,
His ripening genius claim'd a second birth.
In thee were trac'd his proud contempt of art,
His patient valour, and his feeling heart.
But let him share the beams of Nelson's fame,
Or join the Syrian Hero's deathless name;
With tears of joy his grateful heart shall own,
That you have still the undivided throne.
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