To Lord Dudley C. Stuart, with an Ode to Kossuth

This is my hour
To bow to Power.
" What Power?" you ask, with wonder in your eye.
Soon said and heard
The simple word . .
That Power which bends before Humanity.
Go then, my line!
His knees entwine
(Better than garter) who hath cheer'd the slave.
Little can you,
Poor infant! do . .
Be led by Stuart to the just and brave.