The Poetry Corner

Lord Wellington And The Ministers.

By Thomas Moore

So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled, While in battle he shone forth so terribly grand, That the emblem they graved on his seal, was a child With a thunderbolt placed in its innocent hand. Oh Wellington, long as such Ministers wield Your magnificent arm, the same emblem will do; For while they're in the Council and you in the Field. We've the babies in them, and the thunder in you!