Wyndham! 'tis not thy blood, tho' pure it runs, Thro'a long line of glorious ancestry, Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons, Who trust the honors of their race to thee: 'Tis not thy splendid domes, where Science loves To touch the canvas, and the bust to raise; Thy rich domains, fair fields, and spreading groves, 'Tis not all these the Muse delights to praise: In birth, and wealth, and honors, great thou art! But nobler in thy independent mind; And in that liberal hand and feeling heart Given thee by Heaven -- a blessing to mankind! Unworthy oft may titled fortune be; A soul like thine -- is true Nobility! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON MY DEAREST JULIA by WILLIAM BARNES THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES |