To Lord Stanhope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics
Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name!
 Thou shalt be bless'd and lov'd, when in the dust
 Thy corse shall moulder—Patriot pure and just!
And o'er thy tomb the grateful hand of Fame
Shall grave:—'Here sleeps the Friend of Humankind!'
 For thou, untainted by Corruption's bowl,
 Or foul Ambition, with undaunted soul
Hast spoke the language of a Free-born mind
Pleading the cause of Nature! Still pursue
 Thy path of Honour!—To thy Country true,
 Still watch th' expiring flame of Liberty!
O Patriot! still pursue thy virtuous way,
As holds his course the splendid Orb of Day,
Or thro' the stormy or the tranquil sky!
 Thou shalt be bless'd and lov'd, when in the dust
 Thy corse shall moulder—Patriot pure and just!
And o'er thy tomb the grateful hand of Fame
Shall grave:—'Here sleeps the Friend of Humankind!'
 For thou, untainted by Corruption's bowl,
 Or foul Ambition, with undaunted soul
Hast spoke the language of a Free-born mind
Pleading the cause of Nature! Still pursue
 Thy path of Honour!—To thy Country true,
 Still watch th' expiring flame of Liberty!
O Patriot! still pursue thy virtuous way,
As holds his course the splendid Orb of Day,
Or thro' the stormy or the tranquil sky!