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TO THE WIFE OF ONE DISAPPOINTED OF HIS ELECTION TO
PARLIAMENT .

Lady , I send this tributary strain
Not to condole, but to congratulate:
I would not so insult thy noble mate
As to suppose defeat could give him pain.
Not worthless was the struggle, though in vain,
Which leaves the vanquish'd victor over fate,
Up-bearing still with head and heart elate,
And with a conscience wholly free from stain.
The world may shout upon the winning side,
Yet he who loses not his self-control,
But stands erect with independent soul,
Though foil'd has still a better source of pride;
And may be envied — seated by thy side,
First in thy heart, though last upon the poll!
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