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Elijah's Mantle

A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.
When, by th' Almighty's dread command
Elijah, call'd from Israel's land,
 Rose in the sacred flame,
His Mantle good Elisha caught,
And, with the Prophet's spirit fraught,
 Her second hope became.


In Pitt our Israel saw combined
The Patriot's heart—the Prophet's mind,
 Elijah's spirit here:
Now, sad reverse!—that spirit reft,
No confidence, no hope is left;
 For no Elijah's near.


Is there, among the greedy band
Who've seized on power, with harpy hand,
 And Patriot, worth assume,
One on whom public faith can rest—
One fit to wear Elijah's vest,
 And cheer a Nation's gloom?


Grenville!—to aid thy Treasury fame,
A portion of Pitt's Mantle claim,
 His gen'rous ardour feel;
Resolve, 'bove sordid self, to soar,
Amidst Exchequer gold be poor!
 Thy wealth—the public weal.


Fox!—if on thee some remnant fall,
The shred may to thy mind recall,
 Those hours of loud debate,
When thy unhallow'd lips be-praised
"The glorious fabric" traitors raised
 An Bourbon's fallen state.


Thy soul let Pitt's example fire,
With patriot zeal thy tongue inspire,
 Spite of thy Gallic leaven;
And teach thee in thy latest day,
His form of prayer,