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Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Sonnet I by John Herman Merivale

Yon party zealot, ignorant as warm,
Has taunted me with change—a charge untrue.
I ne’er was one with that deceitful crew,
Who mean Destruction when they roar ” Reform;”
My purpose ever to prevent the storm
‘Tis theirs to excite. The wholesome air I drew
With my first breath was Loyalty. I grew
In childhood reverence of her sacred form:
And, as she beam’d upon my youthful eye,
Link’d with her mountain sister Liberty,
In holiest union, all the more she won
My love and worship; and so made me shun
The fellowship of those who madly try
To rend asunder what heaven join’d in one.

From: Merivale, John Herman, Poems, Original and Translated, Volume 2, 1838, William Pickering: London, pp. 296-297.
(https://books.google.ki/books?id=ZxdcAAAAQAAJ)

Date: 1834

By: John Herman Merivale (1779-1844)