Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The letter H's Petition
The Letter H's Petition.
Whereas, I have by you been driven
From house, from home, from hope, from heaven,
And placed by your most learned society
In exile, anguish, and anxiety,
And used, without one just pretence,
With arrogance and insolence;
I here demand full restitution,
And beg you'll mend your elocution.
From house, from home, from hope, from heaven,
And placed by your most learned society
In exile, anguish, and anxiety,
And used, without one just pretence,
With arrogance and insolence;
I here demand full restitution,
And beg you'll mend your elocution.
Answer.
Whereas we've rescued you, Ingrate,
From handcuff, horror, and from hate,
From hell, from horse-pond, and from halter.
And consecrated you in altar;
And placed you where you ne'er should be,
In honour, and in honesty;
We deem your prayer a rude intrusion,
And will not mend our elocution.
From handcuff, horror, and from hate,
From hell, from horse-pond, and from halter.
And consecrated you in altar;
And placed you where you ne'er should be,
In honour, and in honesty;
We deem your prayer a rude intrusion,
And will not mend our elocution.