The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 80a
Vice-Regal Reveries
Vice-Regal Reveries.
Now, at this midnight hour,
Why do I backward cower?
What is it haunts me still?
Where is my strength of will?
"Tis the echo of those heavy feet,
Hurrying up from Cuba-street,
Come once more to stir my sleep
With reproaches loud and deep.
"And their voices high and clear
Once more I can plainly hear—
' Pray reward our personal loyalty
By just a fleeting glimpse of Royalty.'
"Like some dream of the horrid past
It all conies back to me thick and fast—
But, thank the Duke! I'll never harbour
The least ill-will of Councillor Barber!"
(Retires hurt.)