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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wellington</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!<br>Great minion of the crown! - but a great man<br>He was not! He? the iron instrument<br>Of mere authority! the atheist<br>Of a conventional and most earthy duty!<br>To whom the powers that be were simply not<br>Of God-but in His stead! Shall we belie<br>All righteous instinct and profane all truth,<br>By calling great a man without a soul?<br>One who, apart from the despotic wills<br>Of crowned oppressors, knew no right, no wrong.<br>No faith, no country, and no brotherhood?<br>If such a man were great, may God most High<br>Spare henceforth to our universal race<br>All greatness, seeing it may sometimes be<br>A rigid, kindiess battlement of Power<br>Self throned and sanctioned only by the sword.<br>And if' as Englishmen are proud to boast,<br>He was their greatest countryman-alas!<br>For England's national sterility!<br>But they who thus belaud him, lie, as all<br>True patriots most feelingly perceive.<br>Besides, he was not England's son at all:<br>He was an Irishman, with whom the name<br>Of Ireland was a scoff! An Irishman,<br>Who for a hireling's meed and ministry,<br>Could tear away from his inhuman heart<br>The pleading image of his native land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a></strong></div>