text:  Patriot for England's conscience! Champion keen Of man's one holy birthright! dear grey head Laurell'd with blessings!--Hath my country bred Lips to her shame in unregenerate spleen Profaning heaven's own air with words unclean Against thy sacred name?--Th' august pure Dead In calm of glory sleep:--like them serene In virtue firmlier mail'd than they with dust Wait Clarkson on our sorrow-trodden sphere Until her climes waft promise to thine ear How each thy proud renown will have in trust: Then call'd at the life-judging Throne appear On the right hand avouched Loving and Just