“BLEST STATESMAN HE, WHOSE MIND’S UNSELFISH WILL”
BLEST Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will Leaves him at ease among grand thoughts: whose eye Sees that, apart from magnanimity, Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill With patient care. What tho’ assaults run high, They daunt not him who holds his ministry, Resolute, at all hazards, to fulfil Its duties;–prompt to move, but firm to wait,– Knowing, things rashly sought are rarely found; 10 That, for the functions of an ancient State– Strong by her charters, free because imbound, Servant of Providence, not slave of Fate– Perilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound. 1838.